#bitsofstarlow

My soul rests on boughs of autumn trees, Where shadows dance in the gentle breeze, A poison softly lingers, into scentless, light, Diluting echoes of renewal, artful diatribes.

The stars still shine brightly Through each day I breathe, Taking in the nuanced shades Of my life with chronic PTSD.

I am lost deep in a quiet glen, smelling the flowers in bloom, listening to a white-tailed kite, where the laws of reciprocity, reverberate softly into my life. I observe his reverse hoovers, and respond with nothingness, never to be swept into a vortex, the kite designed for every time, I cross his dark tormented mind.

In cracked pavement, where shadows play, Silent echoes of a deceitful love's dismay. Yet through the rubble, green shoots arise, Words of hope beneath smog-stained skies.

In the moments I feel weak, I dissolve through the layers, Of all my deepest adversities. Where I felt immensely loved, Even in moments I was alone, Laying in bed beside my grief.

It was incredibly heartbreaking for our family, Who ached to be there as I attended therapy. But prayed at home, awaiting the healed me. We all witnessed the work of everyday angels, Here on earth, who had found, piece by piece, Beauty in the fragmented, traumatic memories, Of a kind, empathetic, beautiful, and loving soul, The woman whose love had brought her home.

In the darkness, where silence wed, A heart once shackled now gently bled. Amongst the pines, a breeze takes flight, Unraveling pain beneath the twilight.

My spirit is a heavenly sanctuary, my heart is free, with god's natural gifts gracefully returned to me, nurtured by spring's saplings, in the soil of my pain, And through the light of the forest, I flourish again.