The Breath She Left Behind
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 24
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Contest Judged: 10/29/2025 9:54:00 AM
( 5th Place )
Written: October 27, 2025
"A gentle guide leaves rivers in the heart that no storm can dry."
_ Poet
Soft as morning light,
she moves like a river through the waking world,
leaving warmth in every palm she touches…
as though love itself had found its breath.
I am a hidden grove in quiet ground,
light slipping through a hush of leaves,
a bloom stretching into morning,
nourished by the warmth she left behind.
I stand like a tree, rooted and sure,
held within the calm of her embrace.
A bird moves through the hidden sky,
carrying me on the soft hush
of her guidance.
I hum like a hidden ember at dusk…
softly alive where no one looks.
The echo of her voice,
the stillness of her hands,
have carved in me a strength
that does not yield to storm or wind.
She is the root beneath my courage,
the rhythm keeping my silence whole,
the star that guides the inward way.
When the light fades,
and the room is quiet,
I feel her here…
A little water trickles under the roots
and my feet find the ground.
She is the steady ground beneath me,
and her love is in every part of me.
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