Grateful
There's an air of peace
I've no desire to let go of
as I rest my weary soul
call back to me
my scattered parts.
The battles are behind me.
I've walked my path
even as that voice
screamed to lay down -
love can move mountains you know.
I sit in solitude
finding my voice again
my paintbrush sings once more
of life and earth and love.
My world is viewed through eyes
that feel a hundred years old
yet I am whole
and don't you know
as long as you're in this world
I'm forever grateful.
Denise Gabrielle ©