#WritcoPoemPrompt58
I dreamt of falling down a well,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
What’s it trying to tell?
That my past has come to haunt me?
To recover my deepest worth?
To pull the scab of all my pain
My soul showing God where it hurts
I often fall short, and sometimes miss the mark
Then God whispers in my ear.... my child I know your heart
With my story in God's hands, one could never tell
There was a spark in the dark
At the bottom of the well