Trapped in a veil of her own perdition
frantically reaching for a hope or answer
The voices around her have been reduced to just clamor
by the screams of fear within her troubled mind.
The path laid ahead shattered by a misstep behind.
She felt alone in the crowded world around her.
The pieces of her past and future swirled around her
pulling her down into a depression of a blinding emotional vortex.
Who would hear her wails?
Who would take her hand?
Steady her feet
put the pieces together
and make sense of the world?
It would never be the same.
It could never be the same!
A slip. an indiscretion.
She knew the trap was set
and yet she set her foot
tempting the catch
aware of the danger
not knowing that it would also collapse the world around her.
She knew that she was not the first,
or that she would be the last.
that was of no matter to her.
It was her pain, her shame
not theirs.
The storm clouds rushed in.
Day turned to moonless night.
She was lost in the gloom and murk
swallowed up in the devastation.
Each day, each hour her heart burned
for hope, escape, help, courage.
She could not run away, walk away, sneak away.
life would not yield its hold,
nor could she let go
only to be haunted by another darkness
another’s shattered future.
She fell to her knees
cried out for help
her head deep in her tear washed hands.
A voice as thunder answered
the storm around her ceased
Her world was silenced
and in the calm
a voice whispered to her.
An ear had heard her cry
and silenced all the lies.
As she lifted her head there before her was an outstretched hand
waiting for her to grab hold
to lead her through the storm.
He whispered and showed her that the future was still there for her.
It was not the one she had crafted in her mind.
The path had been altered and filled with new goals and hopes.
The way ahead had been carefully prepared for her.
The burden she carried grew light
as she gave her hand and followed His lead.
With each step
the despair, bleakness, and dusk began to fall away.
Oh, the first steps were shaky and difficult
as she climbed out of the netherworld of despondency
trusting the hand from above.
She was led through the debris of her once held design.
shards of the past and the pit still cling to her soul
and as time passes they too diminish as time erodes
them away to dark memories
chased away by love, light, and hope
and new blessings appear as she follows
the whisper in the storm.
