Gateway

Through the darkness my calling

Treads along beside me down a

Broken road.

Pieces of granite spring up, coming

Toward me in hot pursuit of my spirit.

However, my spirit struggles to remain

At bay, and cries out, “Why this burning

Pang for a home I don’t know?”

The heavens reply, “Its song pours out with

Discontent with the waters clinging to your

Weary eyes.  For instead, chew on bitter herbs to cleanse your palate.  For only then

Shall your heartbeat create among your lighted gateway.”

© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016

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