* MUSING * Written by Elaina Mar 2021
echoes meet my lips
silenced
in anticipation
darkness pulses
insistently upon
my chest
a cavern
forged with conflict
etched tales
engraved upon
sworn images
depicting a
wild mystery
I whisper
I pray
I stay
and still
is all I can be
still alone
still broken
still bound
thoughts
without escape
hushed
again by presence
quiet dismay
to be
unstained
like poetry
infinitely wrapped
in destiny’s tapestry
each word,
color, form
loosely bound
a fragile unravel
fate’s final fray
barely ahold
yet limitless
as if a dream
bound only
to clarity
becoming
legitimately
and genuinely
free
power commanding
the one
the only
a true
sustaining
ever brilliant
me