Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,
We learn to understand
That everything is touched by time
And time must run its course.
Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,
We carry our souls like a torch.
We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,
We bring our courage forth.
And when time is right we rise again
To reclaim our newfound worth.
I have been expressing myself through my little pen drawings lately rather than through poetry, sometimes the soul wants to communicate a little differently 😊😊.
Close your eyes
and be the bird
upon the wind
stretch your wings
and be the wind
that carries you
Close your eyes
and be the air
that moves the wind
abandon your boundaries
and be the breath
that births the being
