As heavy snow drips off winter branches
So does the weight of unmet dreams fall from my heart
Though the clouds may be lifted
The evidence remains
There on the sheet of pure white
A black spot
Proof of the truth that I evade
You see, when you lose yourself into a world that isn’t yours
There’s no accounting for the damage that may be done
Yet we can’t see this truth
When it shines its light right into our face
And so this is my gift,
My proclamation
To meet both dreams and lies head-on
To temper the flame
But not extinguish the spark
To let the work of my soul
Be the mirror through which you see my truth
©SpiritLed 2016
Oh So Beautiful 🙂 Sigh!