Balance
everything restores itself
By R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Guilherme Stecanella on Unsplash
Tell them,
The sun stealers,
The night keepers,
That even if the North Star changes clothes
And the Big Dipper disappears, silver ladle blackened,
East will always find West again
As the sun kisses our skin
And polishes our crowns.
Reeds will always thatch again
No matter how they may cut them down.
For thieves can never steal
A kingdom whose roots come
From any ground.
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Comments (2)
Very uplifting poem especially with the social media now a days 😊
Gosh. Your poetry just hits different. So much so.