Secret Night
Not a whispered sound
or the soft touch of
a breeze on the skin
A gentle murmuring
of angels never to be heard
on this dark night of sin
Walking blindly
towards nothing but black
each step an arduous mile
Stumbling at a fallen log
Confused and bearings lost
Stopping to rest for a while
Dawn breaks in the distance
A sign of hope at last
Fear slowly relaxes its hold
Clarity found with passing seconds
Remnants of the previous night
will remain forever untold
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved
Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay
Like this:
Like Loading...
