How we take the scarring, scraping
Given by the lives we’ve chosen!
In our prison, rigid, frozen,
While the door is open, gaping!
For we live the lives we’re shaping
By our choices, thoughts, believing.
True acceptance starts relieving.
Earth is anything but stable;
Let us cling to Heaven’s cable!
Keep the Truth and stop deceiving!
This was a hard one for me, using the word “stable” in the D line of a Decima! Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 34: (STABLE) in the D rhyme line.