To Begin Again



Dear Lord, I need a squire
Turning Wheels
When things are dire
Gripping the cliff as try
To climb higher
But keep slipping in the rain
In the wind
I am fire
Burning in me
As the rain trickles atop
Trying to burn me out
Trying to put me to a stop
If I lose this battle
Will I win the war ?
I keep fighting
can barely take any more
I don't know if I can make it
Just another hundred steps
Until the summit where
The diamond is kept
Where I can wave and scream
So the rescue jet
Can seem my arms
See my SOS
Can throw me down a line
For all I want is to get away
And reclaim what is mine
And live the right way
The rain is my tears
And the wind is my fears
They wear a climber down
They drench the glittery gown
That I wanted to wear to tea
When the hot water I'm in
Has steeped
The dried up flower that is me
Must rehydrate and reheat
Till the potion of sweet roses
Will be served as the curtain closes
The curtain of performing survival
When all I really want is thrival
So I can take a bow from the stage
So I can turn the page
And go to the next chapter which
Has me a happy, Good witch
Smiling under the sparkling stars
Crooning loudly after three opening bars
Singing to all that I am indeed fierce
And that I beat the poison jeers
And so the Crows'll fly away
And in their place a falcon may
Ride on my shoulder so I can tell her
To tell the world about what's to inter
And then maybe there will finally be peace
And the stepping on good heads will finally cease
And in its place Earth Angels will walk
And we will sing and we will talk
And they will finally hear us then
So this poor Earth can begin again

S.R. Ashcraft August 24th, 2024

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