What inspired this poem was after reading a piece I had written nearly 19 years ago… It truly feels like a lifetime as passed since then. As I read my words, I touched a ghost-like moment of me and held it close. I blinked and the salty air filled my memory. I felt her gossamer winged-like vulnerability. She had one foot in illusions and another in reality. She was whisper-thin and filled with moonbeams. She wore a short shift of a dress. Bare feet propped against a wooden rail. Hair loosely tied back. A mug nearby and the wind teased her thought strings. As she penned her contemplations, she wasn’t part of this world. She slipped into another. The prose simple and sweet. It was lyrical and filled with romance and love. She was shy and yet trusted to share her words with only a few. Unfortunately her words weren’t well received and so began her odyssey: to let go of what others believe and to believe in herself. I was grateful to see her again. We shared a warm sleeve ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry