DreamsA Poem by Joan Spahr, Soul PoetryCalling forth the strength to fight your demonsThere's a rattling at my window, There's a creeking in my floor, The doorknob starts to jiggle, There's a shadow 'neath the door. My dreams, it seems, are stirring, Those broken long ago. To weaken and collapse my breath, To collect their broken soul. I hear their whistling whispers, The music they devise, And grabbing hold of long ago They dance amidst my cries. I rise, awake, my eyes ablaze, I swirl with fire and flame, I'll not play their game this night. Resolute, I call out my name. Consumed , their smoke and ashes drift Aloft, through Holy night . I now remember who I am And hug that memory tight. My windows are for gazing toward The promise of the light, Not for boarding out life's stormy past Nor hiding from the fight. - J. Spahr 2013 © 2013 Joan Spahr, Soul Poetry |
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Added on January 31, 2013 Last Updated on January 31, 2013 Tags: strength, hope, spirit, finding your identity AuthorJoan Spahr, Soul PoetryAboutBoldly using the creative process of self expression through writing, visual or musical arts is, I believe, exploiting the most therapeutic form of growth and healing.Not only does one realize the ben.. more..Writing
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