because a door
has unlocked behind my eyes
& begins to open
I see with new brightness
I am whole again
& my words
once trapped beneath a tongue
that could no longer shape them
paralyzed with grief
are again free to soar
this time, without limits
inside the new voice
of my own renaissance
Soar where your spirit takes you!
Will do, Nelle 🙂
Wonderfully said.
Thank you so much, George!
We are so lucky your words are free to soar!!
Thank you–I am the lucky one 🙂
That’s one wicked case of literary constipation.
LOL…to be sure! I can think of nothing else to say to that! lol
🙂
i know that feeling….nicely done.
Thank you Don.
we rejoice with you and are enriched by the beauty of your songs!
Thank you Noel 🙂
& i am enriched by all of you.