Winter whet

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There do come times I’ll question

My own sense of imperfect sanity

In part; an exercise of self-awareness

Test my own intrinsic boundaries

Of knowledge and understandment

In hopes to grow; broaden my horizons

Become more than a seedling sprout

While simultaneously seeping deeper

Silently into my own rooted native soil

I get lost in sunlight and darkness alike

I weather storms and seasonal starvation

I’ve bled when injured and healed in scars

And I nestle into my fertile broken dreams

Just before the security…of winter’s cover

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish. View all posts by Poet of the Light

Published September 12, 2022