A path…I will rise

There was a path we walked down

Golden light filtered softly through

Overhanging branches

Songs of birds were in the air

And the day was clear and fair

Even if only in my imagination

Thoughts of you and I hand in hand

Will bring me peace

I’d rather this than feast my soul

On thoughts of hurt and doom

For one more single day

Trauma sadly stole from me

Many years ago

That special pregnant time

Of burgeoning spring

A time when I should have been

Experimenting

And experiencing blossoming

Unfolding my own unique path

But instead during that hard spring

I was the young sapling

Cut down

And so I fell

As the cuts of trauma left deep wounds

Upon my soul

And within my heart

So many invisible

The lion wept so deep inside

Tissue blood and bone

And still I am trying to rise

To hope

To wish

To dream

To write

To repair

To create

To rebuild a stronger skin

And yes, even to imagine

A brighter moment

A more valuable present

Fully engaged life

For myself

Did love not only seem to die?

Still my heart and soul goes on beating

I will rise