These years (Anne Winning)
Scatter fragments of yourself in these years...
Holding the space for my thoughts to take form,
Listening to my soul’s voice deep within...
I close my eyes tightly,
thankful for tired bones...
In shadows cast by prejudice, a knock resounds,
At the door of your heart, where peace abounds...
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way...
Thank you for the anguish, the scars and disdain,
For it was in those depths, I resisted in pain...
In this world, forces abound,
Darkness and light, all around...
(Verse 1)
Daddy was a patriot...
Amidst the silent city's throng,
Birds mute their song...
As sturdy as a heart that sings,
Finding joy in little things...
To propel forward through the ticking of years,
Embracing this moment...
In a world so loud and bright,
With chaos reigning left and right...