SuziCate's Musings


While the world sleeps,

she slings her cares across her shoulder

like a long-handled purse and tiptoes into the night.

She has buried her secrets in the bottom of her soul.

No relics of a distant past engraved upon her face,

unspoken hunger drives her to the place

where patches of moss soften the earth

and paradise is called a tree, though she questions

the lingering bitter scent of its leaves.

Every night when the storm screams,

she beseeches the heavens for confidence.

Thunder rips through her ragged bones,

while a low swirling wind invites her to dance.

Her shuddering wanes to gentle swaying.

After all, lightening speaks well of her

even though the stars say nothing at all.

She wonders if the moon is broken

…for it does not shine a path for her.

Still she knows for sure she will never wither

into the grave she once dug for herself.


Comments on: "Emerging" (9)

  1. Great imagery. Confidence through faith. Of the things of yours I have read, I think this is the best.

  2. I like this, too! It does have great imagery.

  3. You having me guess throughout the read… everything beautifully said, but I’m still not confident in the main character of this place.

  4. This reminds me of the way hiku’s are written – meaning without meaning.
    I feel it has an important message – albeit one that can’t be clearly stated.

  5. this was sad, haunting and a little tormenting. .hope she finds hope and light.

  6. Sad and haunting true but with the hope of better things to come.

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