Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Coming Home to Myself

Two things came to me this morning that have been so scarce for so long. This morning as I watched Violet eat her breakfast, I felt a peace and a power like my true self had come home...and she brought my poet with her.



Today
the trees outside
are tall
and silent.
Sentinels keeping watch
in cool and quiet
morning air.
Today
I sit at the kitchen table
looking back at them,
feeling a calm sort of vigilance.
Feeling cool
and at the ready.
Feeling the strength within.
Today
I am the silent warrior,
the guardian of my home,
my world,
my peace.
Tall like the trees,

unbreakable.


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