And Meaning comes quietly

This is where we meet, a place

Far from quitting yet

not close to winning

When my shins bleed from

My angry march through

Thorn bushels and gnat nests

And my arms ache from days left alone

With the tides, their cotton wool

Balls of muscles breathing the rest

Of no more

Until after all this mindless feeling,

My eyes glimpse my kingdom

And I fall at Your feet

Forgetting those dark moments

Before the dawn saved my life

Pleading for more Time with

The rhythm of the sea now, and

The buzz of life in the woods

In the stinging and the burning

The motivation of still separating

My eyelashes, can never be

Left without heed