Fridstool

I am invisible,

Falling through the cracks.

I hold on, then let go,

Forgotten, alone, a memory.

Homelessness sharing its sting,

My steady moral compass wavers.

And in this darkness,

A small crack of light appears.

Touching my faith,

Shines on my being.

For just a moment,

I rest on your fridstool.

“Do not what you desire, do what is necessary..”

~ (Robert Cochrane)

That place of peace,

That ancestry of stone.

Bone and Blood,

Grail and Stang.

Faith restored,

I move forward.

The fog lifts,

On the land of my being.

I am shining bright,

I am invisible.

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© Astarté Earthwise