Night has uncloaked her beauty,
Her pale face shines
the jewels that adorn her shimmer
...
all around
...
there is stillness.
quiet.
slumber.
apart from my soul,
which stirs at the owls call.
paper and pen reach out to me
mirrored gestures of my own longing.
Hemmingway fills a glass for me
- liquid courage -
we turn the key to this vault together
slowly.
patiently.
intentionally.
I pull a thread from my heart
and stitch it into pages
so someone can see it.
so someone can know it.
so someone can touch it.
Maybe it can be taken from these lines
and sewn into your heart
Is that a legacy?
If a tree falls in a forest does it make a sound?
If a poets words are never read
...
was she ever known or found?
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Domestic Violence Survivor
Mother of 5
Coffee, Wine, And Whiskey Love
Nature Lover
Try anything once
Live out Love
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Thank you for sharing again.