A Gift

As my soul seeps through my skin

And enter s the words I write

It seems the fates align,

Sympathetic of my plight.

They know my mind won’t sit still

For longer than a time

So they give me a chance to lose myself,

And revel in the rhyme.

I catch the world with ink

Along with all my thoughts.

The latter of more import, and surely a gift from God.

A restless mind is the curse

Of the man who’s ill at ease,

The price he pays every day

For the depth of life he sees.

Shadows are cast round all the world,

As darkness follows light

And if you’re blessed by the company of one

The other’s surely within sight

Life’s like a carnival ride,

Where tears are paired with joy,

One’s shook up and down every day,

Like some toddlers favourite toy.

But, the end is hidden from our eyes

Until the day we die,

So no-one knows if it’s a gentle stop,

Or a plummet from the sky.