Eyes Closed: A Poem

Ok, sorry I haven't posted in a while, but every writer needs her own creative time, right? But before I share my newest creation, I would like to just clear something about the comments you guys give me. If you post a comment, you might observe how it doesn't appear under the post instantly. This is because it goes to my account so I can approve them before they are released. If, by any chance, a comment can upset a reader, the writer of the comment, or myself, it will not be shown to the public. NOTE: This does not mean that I don't read the comments. Almost every day, I go on and see who's commented, and every day your comments touch my heart. Please don't be offended if you don't see yours up there on the blog. Alright, this post's poem was actually inspired by a comment that I received (no, I'm not saying which one). So sit back, relax, and enjoy the.....writing (?)

Eyes Closed

There comes a time

when your heart beats.

Each roll of thunder

an echo of the past.

A light shines faintly

in the distance.

Guidance offered,

yet not accepted.

The urgency to fulfill,

to prove worth,

controls all thought.

Emptiness.

There is a place

if all else fails.

And nothing remains

except the memory of teardrops

on parched strands of space.

The whisper of silk

against the window pane.

A lipstick stain

on a piece of broken glass.

If nothing remains,

who shall follow?

Who? The echo asks, who?

Who, why, when.

The cycle turning

to the pulse of the heart,

to the soul of the teacher,

to the answers to what is yet to come.

Round and round,

like a carousel turning.

Until all that is left

is the sound

of labored breath, pulsing beat.

Growing,

Changing,

Turning.

Filling the nothingness

with the silence of heartsong.

Peace, love, and happiness

- Becca