The prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is to write about a time I surprised myself. Well, I’ve had many learning differences to navigate. I’ve fallen more times than I can count. But every single time, I stood up again. And that more than anything, is what keeps surprising me.
Garden of freedom
She kept on
loving, living, learning
after the world trembled
the ground splitting
beneath her sanctuary
She crossed
the deep blue ache,
emerging from the water
last droplets
sliding from her skin.
She walked forward
alive
capable,
not by ease,
but by a quiet refusal
to let the world diminish her.
And slowly she shaped
a garden of freedom
wherever her feet fell,
a flower unfurled,
catching her breath
like a blessing,
like sunlight spilling
into a long-shadowed room.
Long may you always rise up and find your inner and outer freedom - Beautifully written - Jae
ReplyDeleteYour last verse in particular is very beautiful, but I love even more the lines: '... a quiet refusal / to let the world diminish her.'
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of being "capable" even though not at ease. Pushing through the discomforts and challenges of life is where the power lies.
ReplyDeleteLinda poesia e tão importante essa capacidade de sempre se reerguer e criar seu jardim da liberdade! beijos, lindo fim de semana,chica
ReplyDeleteGood imageries. I can see the long-shadowed room.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day.
Lindo poema. Te mando un beso.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done, thank you.
ReplyDeleteWe have to be resilient and fight back when we need to. That’s really what life is all about, and there is a rare beauty to it.
ReplyDeletewherever her feet fell,
ReplyDeletea flower unfurled,
How nice Marja! You are protected. You are blessed when you can be on your two feet again following a tricky situation. Wonderful write!
Hank
What a wonderful depiction of an indominable spirit! May we all learn to fashion gardens of healing for ourselves.
ReplyDeleteA positive poem of strength and hope. Lovely !
ReplyDelete"She kept on
ReplyDeleteloving, living, learning."
every situation then becomes an opportunity-loved this....
"like a blessing,
ReplyDeletelike sunlight spilling
into a long-shadowed room."
A beautiful, positive poem.