This life
It's growing on me
Like vines up an abandoned home
Clinging and clawing at the walls for support
Does it ever have meaning?
Does it ever reach a height
That it can finally see reasons?
Does its fingers ever pry
Into closed windows
to find answers, answers I so crave
but can't find, down below
At the root of it all.
This life
It grows on me
Like the years I'm collecting on my body
Scarring into a brand new one each year...
Shedding old leaves to turn new pages
As I climb up this life, like vines up an abandoned home
Clinging and clawing at the walls for support
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
Enjoy! and thank you for taking the time to read this and maybe if you want subscribe and buy my new poetry book Whispers at Twilight
Bruce Lee and The God of War: Kuan Ti
It starts with love.. The Power to the God Of War and Wealth Walk into a Chinese restaurant (even in Oklahoma, USA), a Chinese police station, a kung fu martial arts studio or even a Chinese temple and you often see a red faced warrior holding a heavy quan-do (spear like weapon).
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Comments (2)
We search for meaning, and much of the time, empathy. Love the analogies here.
Your writing talent is incredible. 👏🏾