In silence and in turmoil
struggling with the winds of age,
Where the darkness of depression
keeps my spirit in a cage.
I don’t know where the key has gone,
and I cannot fathom why...
I’m just a shell of who I was
while clouds darken my sky.
Hear my cry, inner spirit strong,
help me stand to the trials of time.
Bring me peace on a winged horse,
steps to your heaven I would gladly climb.
Hush! Be still, my wounded heart,
let me stand once again ‘pon your shore.
Bring the sun back to my world,
let it shine once again at my door.
Bring the bright colour of mirth within,
the hues that I see with eyes closed.
Share the brilliance of healing with me,
my feet are so tired with cramped toes.
The stars once shone so brightly
in the velvet darkness of midnight sky.
Bright eyes are now dimmed by the shadows...
no longer do broken wings fly.
© Deborah L. Kelly