A letter from her insight (So)

 

Not always should we speak up. Regardless how we feel, sitting and listening, expressing our understanding, knowing hearts walled from a continuum  of pain, we learn to practice silence. Comfort comes through our body, our sitting and listening. Our presence enough.

So

silence resides within her pen
delivers thoughts in prayer.
Carries the grief
and despair,
soaked spirit soars to unknown lands.

She learns to sit in sorrow.
Rest in the loss.
Not freefalling as it may seem. Learn to understand,
face the dark.

Dark fear walled in,
protects.
To cocoon in thoughts,
untangling knots,
she rises again and again.

peace, j

Opinion Poetry

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