Is it possible
In the crevices of her mind
This voice she hears
Is one left behind?
Where once she sought absolution
Unknown to her now
The place she kneels
And chooses to bow
It is without walls
A state of being
Offering and penance
Absolutely freeing
Reflection and devotion
Time as her alter
A foundation of trust
Unable to falter
Connectedness, she feels it
Her outlook has changed
It’s everywhere, in all interaction
No longer contained
Quiet, young voice
No guilt and no shame
She’s found her peace
In surrender, not blame
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Thanks!
Lovely!
Thank you!
My favorite line is,”She’s found her peace in surrender, not blame.” That is very powerful to me as a long-time married.
Thanks WWA, me too.