An idea inspired by Bonnie Snyder
Stranded at the edge of penance I wander on,
Inward zeal is held at bay by turbulent fight.
Coated focus rolls under my soul like winged flight,
Weathered past boils from forgotten eons gone.
Crossing lip of yawning abyss tests hope,
Jubilant strength journeys through tingled skin,
Ruptured roar of triumph voices a rare glint
Endured tribulation overcomes vicious slope.
Continued travel reveals fervor always held
Delighted vision glows its rising need of care
Bucket lists final success breathes its last air
And life lived well had gained its ultimate shell.
June 6, 2009