Born of silence, grief, unrest
Who’s there but me to claim it?
Who knows but me to name it?
I’m sorry for my apathy,
My lassitude at dawn.
I’m circling now through forests
Trying to find my niche.
Has inspiration come to me?
Whose voice is it I hear?
My own is sharp and deafening.
Who else could know my name?
It is only through His kindness
That the heart can speak
When the mind and body
are numb,
Only dragging.
Please come,
If only to quiet my thoughts.
I’m circling forests
On wings
Still searching for my niche.
I’m no longer
Walking,
Struggling,
Fighting.
I’ve won the air
I’ve won my life.