Her Beauty Is Spirit #poetry

When heads get loud

There ain’t no sound

That don’t get trapped inside,

It’s not until

The fire dies down

We realize

We can’t hide,

But, deep down in

That jumbled mess

There’s a voice

She’s screaming out,

She pleads, she begs

With all she is

Her strength

She thrashes about,

She scratches and claws

Digging in chaos

She won’t stop

Until she’s heard,

And when her voice

Breaks through

It flies, its free

It’s pretty as a bird,

She talks of peace

In such a way

Her wisdom

Quiets it all,

She unshackles the noises

Once trapped inside

To the abyss 

They silently fall,

That inner voice

Her beauty is spirit

Understanding the

Power of grounded,

She’s taught you

Of presence

To let go and let flow

The true you has finally landed.

 

It’s been a while since I posted any of my poetry! This is one of my favorites 🙂