Pushed down
Squashed
Almost forgotten
I found her one summer afternoon
Timidly peering out through the cobwebs of my soul
Even after all these months, she only speaks in complete stillness.
Silencing Sybil is a feat worthy of attempting.
For when she knows it’s safe, only then will she emerge.
Her words tumble softly over the desolate wasteland
Warmth floods the lands bringing healing and life
Her pain dissipates in the light
She grows stronger
She is the girl lost in years gone by
She is me
“Timidly peering out through the cobwebs of my soul” I love this line.
Thank you!
Your description of coming to yourself is so powerful!
Thank you for your encouraging words.
Exquisite: The consonance in the line beginning “Warmth floods…” So you’re a poet too? Love it! 🙂 You’re a natural.
Thanks! Not a poet by any stretch of the imagination – just getting outside of my comfort zone. Was googling, “afraid to write poetry,” and wondering why in the world I signed up for a poetry class in a subconscious effort to avoid doing the lesson. Come to think of it – exactly what I’m doing right now – reading other blogs and replying when I’m supposed to be writing Day 2 lesson.