The sharp cut of a knife
can dull the senses- overtime.
The soft edge of a flower
can awaken them- in one breath.
Heartbeats flicker
and jump- either way.
The difference is..
one long inspiration
or many clipped- unfulfilled
inhales- never releasing,
holding onto the pain
without surrender.
The lungs expand
to let light in-
dissolving the shadows
of stifled emotion.
Darkness gathers- like webs
guarding neglected pieces,
savoring the emptiness.
And.. muddled hope thrives
in the echo of sighs-
pushing itself-
up from the earth,
blossoming with humility,
and reaching-
for the sun.
The face of it’s petals
reflects radiant rays-
of triumph.
Inhaling-
deep to the root.
Exhaling-
the shadows cast
behind its form.
Hope- is How
Oppressed People Endure.
Who or what is oppressing you?
Are you oppressing yourself?
~Jewls