My Life

Invisage the ground, rocky and unstable

The grass sporadically growing,

Through gaps of terrain the greenery is able

To cling to life with their necks showing.

Each buffet of wind provides distraction

The quarry momentarily moved,

The juncture enables grassy erection

And an inch of blade is anew.

If grass had eyes it would see

A field of dreams desperately close,

No stony prison its treacherous enemy

Just a place grass effortlessly grows.

Ive questioned many a time it seems

Through ask and prayer my Christ..... why?

What affliction Ive had to ignore dreams

I am that Grass, this is My Life.....(sigh)