The sun rarely sees the path I walk yet there is a light that even night can’t block,
It’s like a door with infinite keys and no lock
I’ll label you hope,
You make it hard to cope.
You give me this sense that it’ll all be okay,
You give me the idea of a beam when I don’t even have a ray.
You cause my boat to sway you’re the stick in my wheel,
You’re that small ounce of joy I can’t help but feel.
You’re my trap door when my backs up against the wall,
I just never know if I’ll fly or I’ll fall.

© Akeem Rowe, Kingsinister, 2016


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