(Poem of the Week)
She Picked You
But then
she didn’t
Needing something
in the moments
past the untouched
of what was hinted.
She did give you the truth.
I hope it didn’t hurt.
You disappeared
and in her heart
and in her gut
she burst.
silent.
like
the words.
Trying to get by, flowing,
always outside the crowd—
but working on growing—
needing lessons to be found.
Then the country closed down.
She also had a knowing
of the risk of letting go—
it was too soon for you—
she had to trust the flow.
It swept her in the wind.
It tossed her here and there
instead of getting better—
a truth again met her—
another trauma to bear.
All the while she wondered.
This is why she prayed.
She was pushed and taken.
She let it be that way—
though she was awakened—
there was still some pain.
She has to listen with her senses
all their words are lies or silence
All her life
it seemed
that only she
had the need
to feel
and to say it.
Now she’s free
as God wills
Let it be.
That’s all that’s left to say.
—Celia Blake
From Part II of Muse
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