Friday, October 28, 2016

Inspired

She was withered, she was wasted
she was aching. Incomplete.
She was bowing to a master
begged for mercy at his feet.
He held logic like a dagger
pressing sharp against her back.
She feared ruin and dishonor
her soul, once light-filled, now was black.

She could run from his cold shallows
into the depths of Mystery.
But in a cage of her own making
this desperate heart could not be free.

Inspiration came like springtime
he was bright and warm and new.
His strong hand was on her shoulder
his quiet voice was clear and true.
She let go and held the answer
she walked boldly toward the door.
The master watched her go, bewildered
the dagger dropped down to the floor.

She is free now from her prison
no longer clinging to her fears.
Springtime came and Inspiration
picked her up and dried her tears.

~Becky Robbins

Photo: "New Year", Waterford, Maine by Becky Robbins.

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