Resolute

Finding the strength to overcome the haunts of the past.

The rhythm of my heart strokes the sea,

and my thoughts soar the sky overhead.

There are so many things behind me

that still haunt even though they are dead.

My footpath is full of fallen stars,

the wind and water and whispers too

and the broken dreams and battle scars,

a trail of tears leading back to you.

The mirror reflects the orphaned walls

of a childhood poorly attended,

the aching soul and neglected calls

of a girl with her heart extended.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

The world can think of me what it will,

but I move onward because I must

because the heart beats within me still.

Clouds billow in their billowy way

like the rise of ardent emotion

or sunset fires over palm sway

setting sail across peaceful ocean.

I hunger for a home to hold me

where love is lit with a fragrant fire

and there’s one to know me and love me

where sorrow quenches its vain desire.

I watch the light walk upon water

that becomes the skin of wrinkled time

and the woman that was a daughter

trapped like a pearl in a paradigm.

If there is life then let me live it,

carried like lilac upon the breeze.

If there is hope then let me give it

in facets of song that grow on trees.

Reviews

[~]

Hurt people will unfortunately not have enough love- peace- serenity- comfort and confidence to overflow to those around them. A poignant and strong piece.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Very true. They need to find the inner strength to heal, to forgive, and love. Thank you for reading.

[Lydia Shutter]

I liked the rhyme scheme in this emotive write. So much deep pain in between the lines and it is gloriously expressed throughout the poem. A strong person can overcome her past, but it is still part of who she is. Empowering and beautiful words, Linda. Lydi**

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you for taking the time to read and review, Lydi. I really appreciate it.

[Dean]

there is something very wrong with such a world if it would not take this girl of extended heart,
deep into itself. I would feast on her love. Your final stanza is glorious.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

It's not the world, it's all of the broken people within it. Broken people should not have children until they have healed themselves. Otherwise, it just begets more brokenness. I just try to see the light that glints off the jagged edges. Thank you for the lovely review.

[Dean]

and thank you for being patient with me