Listen to the roar of the
thunder; in those days I
could meld with a storm,
before my heart turned to
stone. I remember when
the blood in my veins
flowed with a fire, a fire…only
The last time that I said
goodbye, I felt like soaring to
the heavens, at last, me the
storm alone. Lock the door,
light the candles pour the
wine; at last my life, my life…
Your voice lingers in the
doorway, grateful I am that
you will not be back. Outside
the light fades on a field of
wildflowers, the sun sets
behind the Pine’s, the world,
the world…only mine.
A moonbeam flows through
the window, pale, straight,
silent like my heart, that once
beat innocent. It is time for a
golden celebration, a celebration…
I will teach myself to live simple
and wise, to look to God, and
then I will come back. With God,
the stone that is my heart will
soften, the fire will return to my
cold veins, and I will once again
savor all that is mine… only mine.
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8 thoughts on “Liberation…”
lovely writing as always…can totally relate to this! are you reading my mind?
Thank you for this comment, I am certain I share the experience of the concept with many, Ann
such a beautiful poem Ann.
Thank you so much. Ann
This is a really strong piece – I like the structure that you have used. Melancholy yet with a powerful sense of hope.
Thank you. Ann
such powerful words whispered within this page…
Thank you MaryRose…I enjoy your site as well. Ann
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