Saturday, February 11, 2012


When life felt like a house of cards
Falling off the table with winds of failure
That visited often, I built and rebuilt my house.

Even though I wept all through the night
Heart break didn’t hinder my hike
For I knew the days would be bright.

But standing at the gate of the promised land,
I see no sunshine, I know not this fear of change
That clouds my sky and vision.