Where do I go from here if the sun isn’t shining on me?
How far will my weakened wings of doubt and distress fly?
Miracles stir when I whisper to my soul and it moves,
Fears rise to the surface exposing my hidden truth,
I bang on the door now my knuckles have renewed skin,
Quite sure my mind will open and invite me in.
I have visited this place before only different,
It makes the choices interesting – somewhat new,
A change of heart and gifting of affection,
No soldier to feed from left-over love – best lessons.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2021
She Be Fierce 