The echo
Of silence
Plays upon
Chaos
How would we
Find
Ourselves
Draped in the black
Of worldly things
Which smother a
spirit
Waiting to be born?
Holding breath
Sacred
It weeps in the shade
no longer able
to breathe freely
each gasp
a struggle
oh i think we need to strip away a few of those things to take the weight off the spirit and let it breathe a bit
ReplyDeleteHeavy - excellent.
ReplyDeleteThe smothering of that spirit.. That's the heaviness, the backpack our burdens - really important to release it,
ReplyDeleteWe must break free from that, that smothers our spirit waiting to be born ~
ReplyDeleteThere is always that struggle to be heard. May the struggle continue...
ReplyDeleteWell expressed!
ReplyDeleteZQ
It weeps in the shade - love that line and such emotion, well crafted and nicely done.
ReplyDeletewe have to cast away the black shade that's smothering the spirit and let it breathe freely ...
ReplyDeleteI love "holding breath sacred, it weeps in the shade..."
ReplyDeleteeach spirit wanting to be heard. dark but beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOh wow Lisa this is a stunning piece of work, a dark gem!
ReplyDeleteSo nice to hear from all of you. For some reason, when I visit some of your blogs, I get disconnected. Perhaps it's time for a new computer. Take care.
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