Hidden spaces, silent places

held deep within the soul

Drifting in oblivion

slipping into a black hole.

Crying out, with painful fallout

lonely spirit ripped apart

clawing, crawling upward again

to find a brand new start.

Feet unsteady, but mind is ready

to clutch at brand new worlds

Eyes behold, wee smiles creep

as new found strength unfurls.

Hands reach, towards friends that teach

of happiness that can abound

Borrow from their strength and kindness

to  find the even ground.



© June 14, 2001

Author's Notes/Comments: 

LadyHawke's Land Beyond The to a medieval and peaceful land, where romantic poetry and fine art consumes your soul. Drift in the serenity and soft music, be at peace with yourself and let love set your heart aglow!

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incovrs's picture

This has content. I just wrote a poem about resurrection but it is very general. When reading yours it has so much meaning about the birth. I love it.