Steve Pearson Poetry

Sometimes it feels like we’re winning
But we’ve only been marking time
Barely leaving the bastard beginning
Or raising ourselves to the climb

It’s what we do: try to grow sunshine
Yet fall into the shadows instead
Leaving forever for a later sometime
Forever leaving the words unsaid

Take my heart and believe in salvation
Our end may never be written
We mustn’t give in to our own causation
Wounds where love had bitten

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