Your petal hangs
lifeless,
fragile
waiting for me to breathe into you.
fragile
waiting for me to breathe into you.
The wilderness has been trying
you wrestled with the choices
and your faith.
you wrestled with the choices
and your faith.
Awaken your desire to stand ,
to exhale
to watch the crossroads
as a challenge,
as a new day.
to exhale
to watch the crossroads
as a challenge,
as a new day.
Watch the geese glide over
the lake
and dream that you are whole
the lake
and dream that you are whole
once again.
This poem has a reflective sadness...and yes, the dream of wholeness. If only....
ReplyDeleteSometimes the pieces take a while to become whole again, if ever
ReplyDeleteI pray for the healing, to become whole again ~ Lovely share Ayala ~
ReplyDeleteand perhaps they will be whole again...maybe they are just waiting
ReplyDeletefor the right person to breathe life on them...
Lovely write, Ayala .... hope and dreaming goes hand in hand .... great concept ...
ReplyDeletea battle in itself... that is life
ReplyDeleteNice write Ayala !
ReplyDeleteLovely, Ayala!
ReplyDeleteits good to have someone who breathes life into us in times of sadness or pressure...
ReplyDeleteIt is good for those who feel broken to have someone who can give them hope and make them see they can be whole again.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if a person dreams he/she is whole if that will expedite the process for actually becoming whole?
ReplyDeleteGroovy piece. Love the ending with the geese gliding over the lake along with the contemplation that brings about.
ReplyDeletea beautiful poem Ayala...hey i think i've already read it on FB... :)
ReplyDeleteNot easy to get the support when most needed. Great if someone can extend it to us. Great lines ayala!
ReplyDeleteHank
Someone to stand beside you and breath into you when needed is a true blessing.
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The part about awakening to stand and view crossroads as a new day and challenge is fantastic. That is a great way to live.
ReplyDeleteAh.. the dream of being whole.. one dreams it.. one dreams it.. one dreams it again and again.. and finAlly remembers it was never a dream...
ReplyDeletethe dream of being separate.. the real dream.. the nightmare of a
lone.. that never really is.. but somewhere deep lost
in mines of minds..
Smiles and Happy Halloween..2..:):)1
Oh Ayala this is breathtaking. Poignant and lovley!
ReplyDeleteI love your words and the image you created Ayala. Thank you for visiting. I've missed you on our vast ocean web of blogs-
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
=^..^= . <3
A place of renewal. Every spirit needs to visit them from time to time. Hope you have a love-filled weekend, ayala.
ReplyDeleteThere is always a new day, and life would be beautiful :-)
ReplyDeleteSomehow reminds me of the Dal lake in Kashmir.... Not that I have ever been, but the pictures I've seen come flashing to my mind when I read and re-read this.
ReplyDeleteNeeded this. It's perfect right now. Thank you.
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