Soul surrendered silently,
stood back, let spirit speak,
and traced cool hands across
fear's brow; certainty released.
There was a moment trembling,
as sorrow held new court,
and then all fell, dissembling;
nothing as I thought.
In pieces broken, scattered
did past fall brittle sure,
a shattering of what had been;
the future then did call.
stood back, let spirit speak,
and traced cool hands across
fear's brow; certainty released.
There was a moment trembling,
as sorrow held new court,
and then all fell, dissembling;
nothing as I thought.
In pieces broken, scattered
did past fall brittle sure,
a shattering of what had been;
the future then did call.
The soul may have surrendered, but I feel a touch of hope at the end when "the future then did call".
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