Pain found falling like ash from the fire of my past, dwindling, Lying to myself trying to force the last rekindling. See the cast splintering away revealing the true form, Hear the noncomformist agenda forming the norm, Swarm to the heart of my self, find her naked, I should despise that thine eyes gaze nothing, but I'm not shaken. Reawaken the anima of a time much younger, Rhymes of soul, lines of goals, winding holes, primal hunger. In the jungle of adolescence, I'm lost, Fought the souls struggle with lies and payed the heartbeats cost. Feel the fears of a sinner wash clean my face, Raindrops rearrange knots, find reality more my pace. Here. Now. For love I raise heads higher, Behold, forming before your hearts, an oh-so-familiar fire.
Jack London’s cousin writes a heartwarming, young adult story about the glory of life. It is also a heart-pounding adventure to a new and strange world.
keep alive with positive vibes,
jude
Love Tinka