Conversations

I won’t persuade you from whatever you believe or hope.I can’t help you with your exquisite pain or panic.I’m not sure my musings will lead you to the stars.The patterned drumming of my heated conversationsMay not provide a recess from your chaos.If you are chasing dreams, Dashing down rivers of the soul, Standing still at the bottom of mountainsYou must climbMy words are inside out .My prayers are fervent but missing redemption.My paragraphs are flashlight beamsOn twisted roads teaching how to get up again.I won’t persuade you from your travelsBut you may find good conversations.