Fault
by Myra
Today
Another tremor sent
Jagged shadows swinging
and
framed faces diving from
shelves.
I cower, crawl along the
crack,
Mindful that the chasm
Waits to swallow my
matchstick-balanced life
yet today or perhaps
tomorrow.
One day
Promised trumpets will
Herald his coming and
Announce my arrival.
Then I will stand,
Faultless.
Love this, Myra! Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is so true and real and hopeful that it gave me chills. Wow.
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