Finally, when we need the storm
…of course a drought’s beginning
Finally, when we seem forlorn
…we see the world is grinning

Finally, when we’ve let it go
…of course it’s newly calling
Finally, when we rise again
…we’re promised one more falling

Finally, when we’re moving on
…of course we feel defenseless
Finally, when we’re choosing dawn
…the dusk is most relentless

Finally, when we say the words
…we’re told it’s just too little
Finally, when we say it hurts
…they say we’re just too brittle


About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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2 Responses to Finally

  1. This might be my favorite yet

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