Reloaded
More pebbles appear
As well as bow and quiver
Then the games begin
Forgotten the beat
How to throw coming to mind
Dust on the pages
My mind overcomes
Aided by a worldly stunt
Enough momentum
My priorities
I've decided to change them
To match what's around
I am not convinced
But the alternative's worse
And I have some time
A bit of freedom
Tied to God's unending grace
As I ease back in
I restring the bow
An invisible heartstring
It's still holding strong
Remember my (words/wish)
And my quitting condition
Neither have been met
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