Taking the sheen off the praise
When what was delivered was good,
I got to get away,
Get back to the place where I am understood.
Many years ago, an utterance of certainty,
Which I forsook,
Could they be so right,
When the praise is so good,
And delivers in ways that are wonderous.
I lift my soul and hand go up, the arms raise
No more the exercise of pain,
Inflicted by something unseen,
The shine comes back,
And I’m found again.