where in the smoothest light
the way is clear to travel
no frightening, blocked staircases
up which I chase myself in terror
no more dreams smashed
before I dream them
the legacy of no expectation
I hang like a coat in a closet
though honestly purchased
it is no longer right for any season of mine
it is instead, a well worn remnant,
like a crumpled leaf from the autumn of my youth
I no longer choose to wear it
to gird me from the sunlight
pouring in from windows
that I have opened myself…
Lucy Meskill
Hope and light conquer fear and shadows. A lovely poem of faith and strength, dear Lu.
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