Constance La France Poet Rhyme

I Believe

Oh, hear this woebegone girls prayer,
     words that in silence weep;
to drift among the stones and air
          in a place green and deep.

I wander mournful and forlorn,
     within a cloak of grief;
yes, am scarred by death's cruel thorn,
          that creeps like a dark thief.

I believe-   I can let gloom go,
     oh, yes I have the strength;
although dark stained with death's woe,
          I will journey any length.

On stones engraved are beloved names,
     I will write this despair;
that my poetic muse now claims,
          on white-   then, in a prayer.

I believe-   I can cut this thread,
     to find my tranquility;
on gossamer wings I leave the dead,
          and all vulnerability . . . 

     but, will I ever be free of their voices . . . 

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July 24, 2019

Poetry/Rhyme/I Believe
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1168-465-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Choose Your Own Title, Vol. 7, Songs
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Inspiration, #3- I Believe, Era

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Lonna Blodgett August 20, 2019 at 6:11 PM So profound and beautiful! I am wordless! Lonna

Edward Ibeh August 20, 2019 at 5:33 PM Congratulations on your win in my contest with this amazing write, Constance:-)

Funom Makama July 30, 2019 at 1:01 PM Your consistency makes your already wonderful craft majestic. Yet another lovely piece. This is really great.. Constance La France August 20, 2019 at 4:46 PM Funom, thanks for the compliment, it means a lot to me... I just love this music inspiration