The world turns.
A bird sings again.
Can words fill my mind?
I wait for the sky’s renewal.
My heart is broken by fate’s blade.
Suddenly I see the waters stir and boil.
What can I do now that I am lost?
The pool of life is spinning me as I drown.
I wait for a hand to pull me out.
My eyes grow dark and I sleep.
The light begins to shine again.
I have found a home.
I am not alone.
The door opens.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden
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