Storms of the face
Are they the storms I face
Reflected in my pace
That put me in my place
Did I respond to Grace
As a basket case
In an impossible race
Do I continue to chase
What is already in place
Can I see without a trace
A King from an ace
Can I be a broken vase
On a dusty bookcase
Time to embrace what I can’t erase
Back to the shoe lace in the foot race