Black and White with a Touch of Grey

Dragon Fly

Photo Courtesy: Shirley De Jong

Black and White with a Touch of Grey

By David De Jong

Atop our mountains; the air is fresh, pristine blue,
Nothing in life, circumvents, our celestial view.
Our hearts race in rhythm, to stratus applause,
While we raise our hands, and glorify our cause.
Each pulse brings a spectrum, of being alive.
Each breathe seems whimsical, a breeze to survive.

In our valleys; broken, bleeding, crushed and torn,
Grasping for relief, loosing belief, alone, forlorn.
Jagged bones of broken promises, spill their blood.
Tempted by death to ease the pain, to pull the plug.
Each pulse brings a spectrum, of being alive.
Each breath gives reason, a reason to survive.

Both bring their mercies, their demons to overcome.
Only looking back, can we see, how far we’ve come.
With scars on our hearts and blue sky for our lungs,
We’ll tell of our travels, with lyrical tongues.
Thankful for both the calm and the tempest survived,
For times of pain – reassuring us – we are alive!

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