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 . . . _______________________ 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 First Place