through the storm

renew

I’ve lived life

across its jagged edges;

broken shells

turned inside out.

Still, pictures cloud

and parallel lines converge

at the infinity of tolerance,

where reason again emerges.

 

I love my life

when eggs are oval;

you are in my arms.

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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