My Focus

My Focus

Like the great and mighty redwoods grow

As they go higher, the weeds below

Have not one prayer for their continued existence

So it is with me; in firm persistence

I will focus on the light

Not spending energy on what against me fights

But rather spend all on reaching  what’s above me, higher

I continue to seek, to hear the lyre

The music of the skies

I embrace the truth, I ignore the lies

Simply growing in the rain

Despite all loss, despite the pain

I keep on reaching again and again

For the sunlight is always before me


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