Tonight the poet inside me is dead
She is a fallen angel
Confused over why she was ever given wings
Her heart aches and strains
At lost words and tortured emotions
She knows both heartache and strength
Yet falters over words and
Stumbles past syllables
Tonight this young poet cries
Her tears a faded echo
Among closed books and capped pens
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
You definitely got the poet in you.
Be safe,
Karen
nice work.....Art Sun...