What is a light word in a dark place?
Is it scorned and laughed at –
Or recieved with open arms?
When is it no longer time for talking?
No longer time for walking?
When is it no longer time for running away?
What’s the point of sheilding your eyes, if you are going to feel the impact anyways?
When will ‘written’ word,
Not be bowed towe not bent for…
When will what imagined is truth is lived and not hoped for?
T B C…