Rereading old posts in an attempt to spark a fire in my pen. The “you there” is all of us at one point or another. Writer heed thy words and heal thyself!
With camouflaged heart
armed sentries guarding the moat
you’ve filled with ten thousand tears.
Who seldom smile
lest the beauty of your wounded warrior soul
appear bare naked
in divining light.
Of weary spirit
smoldering in desert sands
searing the soles
of one soldiering on.
Of passionless daydreams
into doldrums of doom.
Choking on melancholic bile
layered yet upon tufts of hopes.
Simply be still.
Take care and listen
as the cicadas hum
the soulful song of your rebirth.
as the hummingbird’s Lilliputian wings
break the silence of your dark night
into glistening shards
and harken you back
to journeys of joy.
as the rushing river
smooths the jagged edges of acerbic days.
as a choir of wolves
howl a fierce “new day” song
and devour your sorrows farewell.
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