Walking On Water - Poem by Chantelle Clark
You stand at the edge of the sea.
Your soul cries for fresh air.
Tormented shrills long to be free.
Anguished pain you cannot bare.
The wind whispers your name
The trees sway within its voice.
The sun rises in all its fame.
Now you have made the choice.
The water is smooth as glass.
All is still and lifeless.
You say goodbye to your past.
Walking on water is priceless.
You take that first step.
Your cautious and scared.
You hope and fret
That death will not dare.
You continue to cross.
Step by step you walk.
Your old life has been tossed.
No one shall mock.
The water is underneath ice.
The wind's hands are cold.
Your prays must suffice.
You walk until your old.
There's new life at the end of the path
Your spirit is free at last.
You no longer belong to the evil's wrath.
Your memory is now free of the past.
By Chantelle Clark
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