Get Up Again / Time To Fly

In the thick of it,

Like the mud and the stick in it

You can’t seem to get up, out

But like a warrior, you fight

The plaguing

doubt.

A nice little gift,

Given from the stars,

Packaged neatly

With wounds and scars.

Process, a part of

The race to rise, fly above

Gracious, to the edge

Knowing full well,

The blossoming sedge.

Of the Rib, We are cast

Back to back, at half mast

Wanting quickly, to turn around

Whiplash,

That Crash and Burn Sound.

Only then can you stand,

Eye to Eye, Hand to hand

Cry for another, with so much heart

One foot in front the other,

You begin a new start.

You get up again,

Over and Over

Next time, clearer,

Full Disclosure.

Get up again.

Next October.