So you’ve been through the roaring fire
Leaving you maimed, a soul of charred ashes
But rising from this molten funeral pyre
Comes a new woman with scars on scars.
You must know though flawed, you are beautiful
for you shimmer with the light of fractured stars
and you’ve heard the haunting mystical song
of the grey mockingbird in pink light of dawn
His singing sets your broken heart free to soar–
Euphoria your guide, higher and brighter
while you dance with glee in a majestic bluebonnet sky.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman
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