A Graceful Sound…

Memories…

flocked  with  good  and  bad,

exhausting  changes,

that  have  made you  sad.

But  when  you  speak,

I  hear  your  grace.

A  sound  of  blistered  feet,

winning  this  race.

You’ve  been  tired,

but  have  not  waved  your  white  flag.

Good  days  can’t  be  savored,

without  the  moments  your  soul  drags….

across  the  pavement,

with  glass  and  rocks,

but  still  your  grace,

resounds  louder  than  mocks.

They  laughed,

they  scoffed,

they  said  you  would  lose,

but  my  dear  you  stood,

giving  up…

you  refused.

I  hear  you,

every  word  you  speak,

I  hear  “fight” and  “strength”,

Not  weakness  and  defeat.

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s