B to D

Steve Pearson Poetry

we start Here
to go therE
fated,
punctuated,
climbing along the way
striving in the day,
lost in dreams,
hidden by despair,
raised in moments,
like the light of home
there
at journey’s end,
the rising sun
on the darkest morn,
a baby’s smile
when
you needed one,
moments born
upon the breast of gloom,
and more,
a spark of doom
played out upon
the joyful smile,
darkness of loss
in the light of love,
these
moments,
as we walk the line
drawn through time,
punctuation
in the story of life.

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