The comfort of peace
born through sacrifice.
A few birds making long slow
arcs in the summer sky.
The crinkled sequence
of fading happiness.
My beauty falling away
into a naked frame.
And a flat world receding
from all my senses.
How they take me back to a
different time, a different place.
From something to nothing.
But then…. the difficult climb back.
A spinal cord of hope.
Singing and writing.
Grown in daily moments.
To fill the empty spaces.