I live on the knife of life not the fence Each day is a dangerous trip for me While each night is an existential fight Wrestling with the angel of destiny
Life has been frightening hard and intense Looking in dark and deep places for light Some drugs some alcohol some decadence But mostly stubborn striving for the best Doing what I do with all of my might Which I pray God might mitigate the rest
I will not complain nor need I explain And somehow I think things might turn out right In any case right for my poetry Let them call the rest poetic license
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMVIII
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Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 12, 2008
Peril, struggle, escape, and hope--your poem has them all, wrapped neatly in a well-constructed and delivered package. Nicely done, Stevie.
heehee, with a wry sense of humour like this one, 'somehow i think things might turn out all right' too - yeah - 'let them call the rest poetic license' - liked this idea! - super poem, enjoyed, Nicky xx
Although I would not presume to be bold, I believe I understand where you are "coming from" with this poem, Steven. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
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Truly deep and dark, but I see a sliver of light piercing the heart!
Blessings! Jasmin Horst
Poetic license can be a good thing...lets us escape reality. Think I understand where you're coming from...well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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