In the season of my undoing, I am lost between believing and becoming… Under the spell of past ghosts, I become torn between truth and fantasy. In solitude, I listen to my inner voice. Discarding my veil of allegiance, I embrace life and discover a path that leads me to my divine existence. In The Winter of My Undoing by Sonja Hollie It was the winter of my undoing, It was the silencing of my soul. As I laid down with destiny covered in a white veil of delusional snow angels wept, the nuns slept. As intrusive thoughts of him crept into my window: Sonnets of despair underneath my pillow. Loneliness at my door- I let her in, she wrestled with my soul unleashing the pain of a faded memory. Outside the pristine walls of this convent I am haunted by a love that was never meant to be. As I walk my own path I run through the barren trees- crushing vintage leaves, surrendering to the frigid winds of change insi...
Women's Spiritual Poetry