You were brought to salvation
On the side of a mountain,
Laid down with fever
You wept for your dry hands.
Your tears cut rivers and rivers
Down the churning ice,
You fell into the forgiveness
Of the light of your own creation
And the stream flushed vivid as you fled downward,
Into a meadow you had planted yourself
Many years ago.
Didn’t I tell you
To be your own savior?
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Izzy.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems in 2016?