Sunday, August 30, 2015

Quiescent Soul

She's fought so hard
Day in
Day out
Long into the night
screaming soul
quiet shout

Out of the battle
Having survived the
death rattle
Tired
So tired
Mending deepest wounds
Her eyes now close
sleeping soothe

The worst now over
A soul to now relax
stretch in plush clover
Having pushed past
the nightmares
& anxious flares
Sun on forehead
warming cares

She whispers in her sleep to me
"We survived"
Soul of my soul
No longer half
Now whole

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