Sacred is this hollow ache that even powerful spirits can’t break
In the beginning before hope washed away and life was an endless feast,
before a single candle was lit to ward off covers of heavy darkness,
we had the power to persevere
In the beginning before hope washed away and life was an endless feast,
we didn’t know we’d find comfort in grief
We had the power to persevere
We’d traverse this sideways crack in the universe with the keen eyes of an owl and a warrior’s heart
We didn’t know we’d find comfort in grief
even as our sinister keening and wails of desolation marked the specter of death
We’d traverse this sideways crack in the universe with the keen eyes of an owl and a warrior’s heart
Sacred is this hollow ache that even powerful spirits can’t break
Cover photo: #soulscribblers
Prompts: Sunday Whirl 563, Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt, #fastprompt, #wordsofglass
Writing and Reflections 