Friday, November 4, 2011

Respite and Reprieve

There are soft words spoken

in moments of reprieve

when the mask is torn away.

There are warm and gentle glances

and tender thoughts embraced

at the baring of the soul.

The distance is slightly less today

and my ever shifting balance

continues to carry me forward.

There is respite from this angst today

pain loosens her devastating grip

allows my heart to breathe.

The thoughts and fears are changing shape

becoming something more discernible

something I can understand.

There is caution still

and the fluttering feeling

that something is trapped in a cage.

There are words being spoken

and love being shared

and warm arms being extended.    

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