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The Whisperer

This is a villanelle poem written to the prompt “a shadow” for KPC writer’s group

I’ve never grown into the strong woman I want to be
I do not know this person who whispers deep inside
I’ve been diligently hiding behind the shadow of me

I have lived my life in chains refusing chances to flee
I bask in the light of security provided by false pride
I’ve never grown into the strong woman I want to be

I am a padlocked door, without the means of a key
The rivers running within me have long since died
I’ve been diligently hiding behind the shadow of me

I’ve pleaded to my God, clasped hands upon my knee
I’ve born an ancient nameless sea of tears I’ve cried
I’ve never grown into the strong woman I want to be

I do not know this whisperer. For my eyes fail to see
This is what I tell myself when really I have not tried
I’ve been diligently hiding behind the shadow of me

I dream that this whisperer will one day set me free
to show me the way to live as if I have never died
I’ve never grown into the strong woman I want to be
I’ve been diligently hiding behind the shadow of me

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Spiritual Unrest

It was an inner itching, a yearning, an uneasiness,
this emptiness inside me that ached and roared.
I did not know I was in a state of spiritual unrest.

The gnawing told me I needed to begin a quest.
I was clueless. I was dead. I was totally floored.
It was an inner itching, a yearning, an uneasiness.

I was hopeless, and confused, a total mess
as my head and heart argued, emotions poured.
I did not know I was in a state of spiritual unrest.

Within this turmoil, I knew I’d never find rest,
so I started with all the questions I had ignored.
It was an inner itching, a yearning, an uneasiness.

This thing I was missing I had never guessed.
I had simply surmised that my soul was bored.
I did not know I was in a state of spiritual unrest.

With inner peace and freedom I’ve been blessed
as my life, love, hope and grace have all soared.
It was an inner itching, a yearning, an uneasiness;
I did not know I was in a state of spiritual unrest.

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