In a vacuum she seeks her heart.. Frozen with fear.. She finds No tomorrow.. She tastes.. She sees.. She feels Yet knows.. She is but an illusion.. She is a ray of light That reflects emptiness.. Her capacity to trust. Grinds with torturous silent screams. All is halted.. Life stops.. Reality becomes an illusion.. Deep dark memories.. Take bites of her soul.. From deep within.. A place she does not know.. Memories Now distant in the wake of the roads of fate she has traveled.. Miles and miles.. She has walked.. This road of life.. To find.. She has to stop.. Barricaded .. Dead end Like a landslide of her mind.. A memory She does not really know. Does not quite remember.. But there.. Buried in the deepest places.. within her.. Desperately wanting out.. Wanting the pain to scream forth But her mind holds the secrets.. That her soul needs.. fights fears To finally be freed Simple peace with herself is her elusive dream.. Hidden under the landslide in the darkness of hidden memories.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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