I feel myself standing tall,
tall enough to walk between
the sun-sifting trunks of slender trees,
their high limbs held in the dance of prayer
always, through sun and rain,
wind and seasons,
starlight, moonlight, daylight
I can move softly
among the shifting colors,
delivered here, as I am,
after a long struggle
(I fought with myself and won,
or so it would appear)
the struggle receded with the darkness
and as a result,
everything is changed.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 23, 2017
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