She had no idea she had it in her.
There was no way to measure
colour,
texture,
quality of light
until
she had been frozen,
burned,
eviscerated,
undone.
Now,
on shivering legs,
she takes her first tentative steps
into a newly forged reality.
She will fall, yes.
She will fail
and hurt
and fumble
but
she will be falling on her own terms,
failing and hurting and fumbling
on turf of her own choosing.
The knowledge
draws hues from
secret source within –
an iridescent radiance,
a glow glazed in the suffering place,
a fountain tapping into
the Deep,
and she oozes
hope…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Lovely poem and whisper’d thoughts… 🙂
Again, thank you Eric. Enjoy your day!
I love this poem, it talks both loudly and softly at the same time.
Wow – I love what you are taking away from this piece. I love how you put it!
Nice picture, I love the colour, the texture and DoF.
🙂 thank you very much!
Ah….hope.
Without it, we’re sunk for sure…
This poem is really beautiful, I loved it.
Melody, I can so relate to your words…love the “secret source within” in you. Reminds me of verse from Colossians 1: 27…the mystery of Christ within you…our hope of Glory. Thanks for sharing.
Mmm – hope of glory. So much to look forward to… Thanks Glenda!
I love this . ..and her oozing hope! 🙂 That is a good thing to ooze, if you’re going to! Thank you!
*giggle* I like your take on the oozing… 🙂
i love your poetry !
Aw, thanks! I appreciate that so much! 🙂