~Point~

 Point

Midnight angel

Hold my hand

It’ll be alright

Dark clouds

Come again

We got

A little higher

Then we should have

The broken

Chaos

Round and round

We go

It’s not

Just something taken

Now we know

Owning our burdens

Is half

The battle

Were like peas

In a horrible 

Same pod

Nicer then flowers

Dipped in honey

Too nice

To trust

A thread

Hanging in the air

Maybe the point

Was not to look

For the point

                                            ~Sarah Mahina Calvello