Poetry
my personal poetry
Thunderstorm of the Soul
My screams are caught in my throat
Nowhere to escape this prison
Emotions don’t allow me access
I stand alone on a street without a name
My whispers of pain just echo in silence
Thunder pounds inside my head
Lighting sears the color of my eyes
The rain pelts against my broken soul
I can’t go back —
I just want to be that little girl
She hugs me and says, it’s gonna be alright
But as I stand alone, soaked to my bones,
And no more tears to give…
I wonder
___Katie Beth Cummins
Grief…brittle hope
The leaves of autumn did not bring their normal respite to my soul. I lost my precious mama in October of 2020. Grief has never felt so empty and yet I am not without hope because of my God. As I stood on the path we walked each visit, the leaves fallen and brittle, my heart dug deep to the love my mama gave. Life will never be the same but she is at peace with God, and I will see her again…on the other side of my tomorrow.
Loneliness stirs
Weakening my already brittle spirit
Heaviness settles
Pressing down on my broken heart
Thanksgiving begins
Bearing pain beneath the tears
Happiness grieves
Making way to new memories
But for today, my soul simply remembers
Cracks Emerge
Carefully placed in a living garden
Burrowed deep beneath the green
Tiny shells lay nestled, resting
Warmed by a mother’s love
Waiting for the day
When cracks begin to form
And freedom emerges.
Cracked but Not Broken
A love that is like no other
steadfast…giving until it hurts
Forsaking herself
Yet wishing to remain whole.
Time has broken her heart
And filled it again with gold.
The cracks never disappear
But the love is greater than the pain.
Her life looks far different
Than her expectations foretold,
But someday looking back
When her children are grown and old,
She will realize she’d rather have cracks and creases
Caused by pain than to be perfectly beautiful
And not know the love of being a mom.
Healed, Inside and Out
There was a hole in my heart I didn’t know existed until I first looked at you.
It was as if you could feel the raw emotion I had buried deep many years ago.
You ran from me, unsure if you could trust.
I stood and watched your undernourished body run as if for the first time,
Though your muscles had no strength behind them.
Each time you came near, you would stop and stare, so gently into my soul
And I would fall just a little deeper in love with you.
We have come a long way since the first evening we met,
You are now older but with strength and grace, once hidden, now exposed
I, too have aged but have begun to gain an internal strength that isn’t seen—
As you have shown unconditional love and trust in somone so undeserving.
I never knew what I needed to heal….
was the love of a horse.