“Still Waters Stirred”
The silence struck like lightning through the vein,
A bolt beneath the temple’s ordered tide—
Yet from the slackened mouth and tethered brain
A pulse of will refused to sink or hide.
O stroke! You thief that halts the tongue mid-song,
You shook but did not shatter. In your rage
I found the fire to grip my breath, grow strong,
And write again upon a stammered page.
For though the body stumbles in the wake,
The spirit learns to dance a slower tune;
In dawnlight now, each step I dare to take
Becomes a psalm against a dark monsoon.
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Good write A.
Ah, thanks O🙏🏻🕊️
Your poem explores the theme of resilience in the face of silence and adversity. It suggests that even when faced with overwhelming challenges that threaten to silence one's voice and spirit, there remains an inner strength that drives one to create and express oneself.
Thanks for that insightful comment, dear Friendship 🙏🕊️
Such a hard read knowing many that have suffered them. Well explained from an internal view the difficulty dealing with one. Everything slows but the will continues. So nicely written my friend
My friend, this hits with real force… that moment where the body falters but the will refuses to bow… that is powerful. You catch the fight to keep moving… keep writing… keep being. Beautiful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Last one standing, kind of thing. 🕊️🙏
Totally. Indeed.
Superb
Thanks, Thomas 🙏🕊️
Wonderful words Rik, we can all come out of adversity with the strength we have within us.
Andy
Let us never be caught off guard! Thanks, Andy 🙏🕊️
Your last bit feels almost like rebirth, beautiful write Arqios.
Thanks so much Adam Rea! A rebirth is always welcome. 🙏🕊️
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