I'm struck still where I stand, as the low Autumn sun shines bright, in all Gods glory and wonder.
As I take in such frightening beauty, on my future, I ponder.
On this hill like my life, I hit a blind summit. Feelings of the past are sad.
Though I trust there's increased beauty down the the road to be had.
No honest work is beneath me, but in coming this far I know I can go again.
They're no better than me. We all just men.
Underneath this tangerine sky I'm called into action. While my soul is caged.
My minds enraged.
I slashed my way through the underworld, but I will not wait for the afterlife for my liberty to be unfurled.
I trust in you, now show me the real world.
Smith Shine Poetry 