Kicking up stones and
Plumes of dust clouds
Along another dirt trail
Feeling warm winds upon my
Face
This isn’t a race
Gaining the beauty of grace
Heart gets heavy
Body layered in mud
Silent and starving for
Affection
Strokes of light
Flow from my spirit
Pointing me to another
Pure direction
A praise
Changes the view
Holding me together
By a working force
A stronger glue
Making me whole
Cleaner
Fresh eyes
A new rhythm
Beats.