Such a while
Since the pen etched paper
Yet on this particular day
As I heard the rain tapping
Lightly against my thoughts
Reading “The Woman That I Am”,
I could feel the moment of inspiration
coming over me
while bathing in the words of
Naomi Shihab Nye
I found my ache caressed
by the writings of
Until my soul stirred from the inspirations of
Naomi Long Madgett
And Ntozake Shange
I felt the awakening…
From an overlong slumber
The tightening in my chest began to ebb
The chill to cease
as I took solace
in the warmth of their words.
I sensed the urgency for pen
to jot down MY insignificant thoughts
and deeply exhaled as the insignificant
Turned same into syllables…
and syllables turned into words
and words became a creation of my own vision.
Touched by the reprieve,
from sorrow and tears
that entrapped logical reflection,
(For I had acquiesced and gave distress the power to do so).
I began to crave more and lose myself
with heartfelt gratitude
in the release that begat
a moment of peace to ease
Easing the pain
To poetic thought
Just to ease the pain
As I continued to cultivate my craving,
I found a little of me in each writer.
Reminiscent of the play on words
that played a melodious Aperto
once lost to me.
Beckoning that I depart
from what had become my reality.
My momentary loss of sanity
that clinched at my heart til,
I dared not breathe.
while the soothing salve of their words
began to heal with understanding.
Causing my focus to gain clarity
with creative means that once was a word from syllables.
The birth of mere thought
to reclaim what I put aside haphazardly
For the sake of time.
Soft sigh saying...“Wake up child”
And begin to find your way
to what once was second nature
by way of first.
I took hold of their encouragement
As if it were life itself
Tears fell freely….
The pain began to fade
In its place…was new found understanding.
My mind concluded this chapter of unending turmoil.
and with their welcoming words…
My soul found its way home.
Kimberly A. Dangerfield All Rights Reserved Copyright 2002