Awoken this morning
cloaked in subconscious
resoluteness that today
would be a day
like any other...
Thoughts and memories
raced in the echoing halls
of this stunted imagination
filled with past hopes and dreams
of what could've been
Somehow this woman
once broken by the suicide
of a beloved man
into a million shards
emerges from mud and ash
upheld by tears bathed
in unconditional love
beyond human hope
She breaths
she dances
and dares to dream
once again...
Ⓒ Kimberly A. Wallace, January 1, 2023
