Happy November to you all! May this month recharge your spirit and bring you closer to your goals. x
Here is a poem of hope, of reaching forward. My inspiration came from a beautiful work of art posted at Jem Farmer – The Boi Poet. Below is the artwork by Jill Griffin, titled Summer Dawn Haze, so that you can see where I drew my inspiration. Thanks Jem for providing the prompt!
The leaves scatter around her feet as
She stands at the opening to the purple forest,
With a mind full of broken branches.
The woman looks between the violent
Trunks ahead, hoping to find a
Kind thought (or two) between
Her worn wooden hopes.
As she considers stepping forward, her
Face bears the fruit of reluctance, and
She hears a whisper in the wind.
The voice grabs at her ears, urging
Her to move beyond the dimensions ahead.
Why, the woman asks,
A single word spoken to a
Smooth-sounding voice, in front of
A haze of purple and blue.
The voice clicks its tongue and exhales
Kindness into both of her ears at once.
You are enough, says the voice, before the
Whispers move beyond the first trunk.
The woman looks tentatively ahead and
Then toward the orange skies,
Before she steps ahead and responds
To the whisper.
Yes, she says, nodding to the voice.
I am a glass that is chipped but never empty,
I am one body that is bruised but never broken.
A rush of wind pulls back the woman’s hair
Before a smile unwraps on her face, and
It is then that she takes more steps forward,
Into the purple forest of hopes and hues.
©2013 Christy Birmingham
As an addition, thank-you to my wonderful GalPal Aquileana for the beautiful Shakespeare card to add here!