Tuesday, October 4, 2011


throughout my miserable existence
i haplessly stumbled over
my own big feet.
the demanding daily
issues of life crippled my psyche
and dragged me to the floor.
with cautious optimism
out the door,
this insane wave of focus
and questionable synapse
narrowly escaped
this bleek moment of time.
what, for god's sake, is next?
as i sat waiting for the next
napalm bomb to drop,
i found shelter....assurant shelter,
refuge from the storm.
i sat unscathed,
with his loving arms
around me all along,
as he taught me
to dance in the rain.

-roger criss

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