March 11, 2018



It’s spoken in the book,
“The thought of my pain,
my homelessness,
is bitter poison.
I think of it constantly,
and my spirit is depressed.”

Yet the spirt no longer
feels the sorrow it once clutched.
Joy, happiness
beyond these
are true to the inner breathe
of the deepest part of my bosom.

Since finding the Spirit
to sink my inner most sorrows,
I’ve found the love for life
once shared as a small child.

No longer the pains of growth
consume my disposition,
finding peace within
the walls of my being.

©Christina M. Wilmes
March 2018 

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