The fish is hooked on the line
The fisherman tugs hard to check,
The line is taut, the fish has bitten
And a glow of joy overtakes him
TOUCH YOUR SPIRIT
The road is long, winding, twisting,…
And I can only see a few feet,
Fear rises in me, for no reason,
As i gingerly place step after step.
It is fear that whines and whimpers,
It is fear that weeps,
It is fear that enslaves us,
Makes us a victim.
Bowing down to all,