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A New Foundation
She has been . . . standing
and falling short
on hard blocks
unto sharp rocks
Life’s hard knocks
It’s all she has known
From its imminent roots
she has grown
into a weeping willow
her soul is hollow
echoing the noise
of back then . . . sorrow
She stands feebly on short blocks
her dreams trapped in tight locks
she has no height
no hope in sight
all she’s seen is blight
she stands on histories rubble
her efforts have amounted to stubble
running here and there into trouble
Her foundations dictate to her
The grounds beneath berate her
The turf defines her finality
Finally, finally, she sees free
Finally the earth beneath her shifts
She shakes with it
What’s happening? What’s going on?
She thinks she will be buried with it
Crushed by its weight
The black earth
The filthy dearth
Power holds her
Elevates her and then sets her on her feet
She no longer stands on sinking sands
The sharp rocks are no longer hindering her tread
The past burial soil no longer burrow her head
She is standing free alive, no longer dead
She has been Falling
on her knees, now she stands
on stones of turquoise
foundations of lapis lazuli
She now loving life truly
Life’s door unlocks
A new existence has shorn
From its eminent roots
she has grown
into a soaring eagle
her soul overflows so
echoing the sounds
of joy and hope for tomorrow
when old foundations shift
when relaying is the heavenly gift
your life will elevate into
a securely established divine shift
#kingsdaughter
(C) 2017
