tiny miracles spread hope
mother nature has a way of retracting her
tale told-
weeping when icicles melt, for she knows
their weakness; thawing can be so rough
like weathered wood needing dehydration,
shattered glass needing repairing,
renovation needed to heal this disease of
hopelessness-
I sit abandoned in the nook made by hand,
seats under the window call my name as
sights outside pull like gravitational force
~heart yearning to embrace warmth~
I fear now the worst is to come,
never knowing how to move on without
collapsing into a nothingness so deep that
drowning is my only way out-
(lungs fill with oceans of worry)
saturated in loneliness am I,
heavy-hearted with an aura of darkness;
lifting my hands in prayer, I wonder why…
when hope was sought,
despair was found-
when redemption was craved,
internal sin nourished me
light shines through my bay window-
I see what should have been seen
yesterday and beyond-
clouds shaped like ivory wings
bestows a clarity I’ve been longing
for since youth
praising angels high
gratitude surrounds like air-
I’ve been forgiven…
time
to
let
go
180 words total
September 11, 2019
Caren Krutsinger
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