Psyche

I loved him unseen.

That was my faith.

I reached for light

and lost him.

That was my undoing.

So I walked through silence,

through tasks that scraped the bone,

through doubt that tasted like ash.

I did not stop loving.

That was my power.

When he returned,

I was no longer the girl who waited in the dark.

I was the soul

large enough

to stand beside a god.

And love,

endured,

made me divine.

Reviews

[Yellow Submarine.]

Very, very sweet. I get this! Good for you! You capture the excitement very well.

[redzone]

Sometimes it is only coming through the shadows do we see and understand the light. While I do not believe in a "divine", I found a tenderness in your poem and how it is possible to fall and get up stronger. Thanks for sharing, Curly Grace.
-Curt