It is the silence between the notes
The space between the bars
Where I go, to remember
Who I am.
I am not who you say I am.
I am
Who my spirit testifies to.
I no longer hear your lies.
I am spirit, I am beauty.
I am a child and a mother.
I am
The breath of God.
The bruises you left
Have healed now.
Broken bones
Have grown thicker and stronger.
You can not define me,
Because there is peace
In my silent place,
Where I hear only the Voice-Divine
Cajoling me to recall
My celestial inheritance,
And your insults fade
With the knowledge of
Who I am.
About Me
- nvrgoingbk
- I am a proud mother, poet, writer, FT college student and Student of Life. I am not religious but deeply spiritual and philisophical. It is my sincere hope to one day witness a true fellowship of all men regardless of sex, age, color or creed. It is toward that end that I endeavor to do my best with what the Universe has entrusted me with - the gift of articulating the feelings, longings, thoughts and musings that are common to all men but which are for most, inexpressible.
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