Willow

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I’ve tumbled within my shadow

Where once I strolled in sunlight

My path, once known, now absent

It too lays beneath this blackness

I feel watery drops upon my skin

Yet, there’re no cloudy skies above

I hear the echoes of my breathing

Greater than I feel my heartbeats

It is not a place, yet it does exist

In its most extraordinary context      

I’m unsure if breezes caress me

Or if my thoughts turned rogue        

Still, within all my unsteadiness

I’ll move faithfully… in blindness

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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.

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6 thoughts on “Willow”

  2. The start of this sort of sent a chill down my spine. Something about the imagery paired with that image. Also, I think most of us are moving in blindness. We just go where life takes us.

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  3. Thank you kindly for your comment. I always write first and then search for a fitting picture. Some I reuse. Often I get lucky as in this case. For me, the pictures are key at setting the stage of where I want you to go…line by line.

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