She is the Storm
Liturgy of the Broken
Heavy hearted, my eyes brimming with unshed tears
Words spoken,
Some meant, others hastily cast like logs into fire
Heart thumping with adrenaline fueled sorrow
Regret absent, spoken withheld words softly
My head bowed and spirit troubled
Knowing warring with the known
Weight released at journeys end
Forgiveness offered yet absent forgetfulness
Shoulders shuddering with released sobs
Brokenness in being
Protectors piercing progeny’s child
She rocks quietly,
Only stillness without in symphony with turmoil within
Unseen, unheard, her voice lost to dissolution
She is the storm, broken battered and bruised but alive
If this touched you here’s my ko-fi
This piece is part of my book The Seven Thunders.
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