Sleeping Serpent

For the longest time

My mind has been dead

Like a beached whale

The waters of will

All washed away

My soul on the ropes

Bruised and bloodied

But never down for the count

Lately something special

Has been brewing

In my sacred corner of the world

As the healing nature

Of working with head and hands

Heals the hole in my head

And wakes me up

To the endless possibilities

That exist even here

Like a sleeping serpent

Uncoiling as it strikes the sun

So my soul begins to grow

And somehow where once

Was endless decay

Now I don’t have enough

Hours in the day

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