When Amen fell,
rolling over and over again, dodging the stinging, pitter-patter drops of her incriminating past,
she gained a silent strength.
Momentum.
Pulling down, as she went, the illusory blankets of uncertainty
cast and caught along the textured walls of her recollection.
And with each fall a finality gripping against the cold pangs of a questioning mind.
A mind begging for one more round through the fog, familiar.
Until time and grace firmly pressed her heart to murmur.
To speak.
To no longer betray the truth that pushed her to the edge.
Leaving her on her knees to face the storm that shook alive the deep pent resolve that gave her her name.
And broke away the well worn armor that held her hostage.
The key being on her very own lips
when she bravely spoke,
“let it be.”
Beautiful, moving work – as usual! 🙂
Thank you so much, Noora! 🙂
WElcome back dear
Thank you my friend! 🙂
Thank you dear 🙂
When Amen fell,
Left me thinking-just so much upon which to ponder over these 3 words.
I’m so glad to hear that, Carl. Thank you for reading! 🙂
Beautiful poem… your words spiral into my heart. Thank you.
Wow! Thank you so much for saying that. 🙂
You’re most welcome. Your talent is rare. I am a talent-stopper 🙂