Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Woman


Woman,
queen
with a tarnished crown.
Scars on my soul,
mapped like the constellations
in the sky.
I forgot how clueless
I was as a girl.
How sad my soul was,
seeking other lost souls
to lift,
redeem
from the wreckage of life.
The moon shadowed 
my recklessness.
The tide brought erosion
to my shore,
igniting the hunger to overcome.
Thread by thread, 
I weaved into a tapestry
of strength and survival.
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33 comments:

  1. MarySeptember 3, 2017 at 8:12 PM

    And survive you did! You are a strong woman. I can see this in your words.

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  2. ThotpurgeSeptember 3, 2017 at 8:38 PM

    A poem of strength...especially like The moon shadowed
    my recklessness...

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  3. indybevSeptember 3, 2017 at 8:46 PM

    ...and so it is and so it should be ... thread by thread, we weave a tapestry of strength and survival! Well said!

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  4. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 3, 2017 at 9:09 PM

    My tablet seems to have lost my comment.........you wove a strong tapestry of love and survival..........glorious!

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  5. Wendy BourkeSeptember 3, 2017 at 9:55 PM

    A magnificent close on this piece - a journey of sorts, I think.

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  6. Magaly GuerreroSeptember 3, 2017 at 10:29 PM

    Tarnish that teaches is lovely.

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  7. Pat HattSeptember 4, 2017 at 8:17 AM

    Surviving through it all, way to be at ones hall.

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  8. RommySeptember 4, 2017 at 8:27 AM

    A little tarnish is inevitable, but how we react to it is our own choice. Finding your own strength is a good choice.

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  9. annell4September 4, 2017 at 10:08 AM

    A beautiful write! The "weaver."

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  10. brudbergSeptember 4, 2017 at 10:10 AM

    Great survival... love it.

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  11. BlogorattiSeptember 4, 2017 at 10:19 AM

    The fire that burns within can be unquenchable. A great poem and nicely done. Greetings.

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  12. Sarah RussellSeptember 4, 2017 at 10:51 AM

    Scars on your soul mean you have endured. This is beautiful, Ayala.

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  13. Sanaa RizviSeptember 4, 2017 at 2:58 PM

    This is incredibly beautiful, Ayala!💖

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  14. AnonymousSeptember 4, 2017 at 6:18 PM

    One day. One day. Thanks to you and others like you. This is revealing and filled with hope.

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  15. OutlawyerSeptember 5, 2017 at 8:30 AM

    You have a great sense of the positive and the possible which are quite wonderful. Thanks. K.

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  16. RudriSeptember 5, 2017 at 1:38 PM

    Love this empowering poem, Ayala. xo

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  17. kaykualaSeptember 8, 2017 at 7:48 PM

    from the wreckage of life.
    The moon shadowed
    my recklessness

    Beautiful word-craft ayala! Protection of Providence's generous hands obviously!

    Hank

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  18. GraceSeptember 8, 2017 at 9:11 PM

    Love the ending Ayala ~

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  19. Frank HubenySeptember 9, 2017 at 8:21 AM

    I forget how clueless I was when young as well. I might still be clueless. I liked the idea of the moon shadowing recklessness.

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  20. Amrit SinhaSeptember 12, 2017 at 1:49 AM

    The strength, endurance and power, so well brought out in your words. I hope you are safe from the hurricane in US.

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