Happy Days

Steve Pearson Poetry

From beneath the waves
The sky looks identical
As a sky, back when life played the game.
The lick of bright sun
The touch of the blue
Back in the days before pain knew my name.

Now I make the most it all
Swimming beneath it all
Special friends helping me survive and rewire
The sky is the same
But the vista is changed
Special friends pulling me away from the fire.

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