worn out from too long nights
spent counting out collected griefs
from near and far.
The Sun gave me Her gift
of the light I could not hide from
illuminating who I was
and asking what I wanted to be
the morning that light came back
into the world.
Photo by Ivana Cajina on Unsplash
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem is linked to Poets and Storytellers United Friday Writings.
Winter Solstice blessings to you, Rommy!
ReplyDeleteLovely! I know that experience, when light finally comes back into the world after a period of grieving. You convey it beautifully.
ReplyDelete(Your link at P&SU leads to a poem you wrote in July, which didn't seem right, so I came looking for this one. However will leave you to alter it. Thunder here – again – so I am about to unplug my devices.)
LOL! I didn't realize it had a bad link! Thank you!
ReplyDelete"The morning the light came back into the world." An apt wish for today. And Roger Daltrey, yum.
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy it is when light comes back into your world.
ReplyDeleteLet us hope that light comes back into the world.....Rall
ReplyDeleteIt reads like a spell, a perfect way to let go of the not-so-great and welcome the good.
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