Copyright-2024 Rebecca Nietert
There are days when the tempest swells,
A cacophony that breathes its troubled spells,
Fractured whispers in the air collide,
Lost in the labyrinth where passions hide.
Days when the weight of existence weighs,
An endless grind in the dullest grays,
Strife and turmoil dance a frantic waltz,
Each step encumbered by unseen faults.
When confusion reigns like a sovereign cruel,
And miscommunication becomes the rule,
Words falter, as if lost in the fray,
Rendering intentions a mere shadowed play.
Adversity stalks through corridors wide,
A relentless specter that will not abide,
With each rising dawn, it sharpens its knife,
Slicing through threads of a once vibrant life.
Yet, if I’m honest, midst chaos and fear,
Moments linger, crystal-clear,
Fragments of time, moments divine,
When the world holds its breath, and I can align.
In the hush between heartbeats, clarity gleams,
Thoughts untangled flow like silken streams,
The weight of despair, though heavy and stark,
Fades in the glow of that luminous spark.
Here in this nexus, this fragile reprieve,
I wield my thoughts, choose how to believe,
And find in the stillness, a glimmering grace,
A taste of heaven in my solace place.
So let the storms rage, let shadows intrude,
For amidst the tumult, I’ve learned to conclude,
That even in desolation’s fierce embrace,
There’s beauty unyielding, a sacred space.
Each struggle endured, a thread in the loom,
Weaving the fabric where courage finds bloom,
Thus, even in despair’s unrelenting sphere,
I unearth my heart, and it beats loud and hard.
Reba Nietert 