
Truth, she was seeking
the dark night held hope for its deliverance
a promise not made, but one worth keeping
not with a shout of allegiance but with a whisper of actionsshe was seeking,
the truth heard in a baby’s giggle
the truth seen during spring’s vibrant burst
the truth felt during daybreak’s first
a truth not found on the surfaceher tattered white flag, she tossed on the steamy heap
a useless sail in the waters, deep match struck; a flame first fragile, soared to the sky
exploding the dark night
reducing the meaningless
into something
transformative, something grander
A soothing lover,
the warm water wrapped around her
carrying her toward depths yet known
weightless, she becomes
fear not felt and promises not necessary
where truth flourishes, awakening one’s own
Thank you for reading! Warm regards.
Michele
Her Coastal Cottage – Where Truth and Love Rise is now available as a paperback. 


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my water image
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Published on August 16, 2023 10:19