Even Rocks Break by Karen A. VandenBos
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| Image | Alina Vilchenko |
Even Rocks Break
I am weary, heavier than the moon.
I cry more than I used to and wear
a ribbon of sorrow around my heart.
Now holy moments seem more fragile.
I give myself permission to wonder,
to unwrap what haunts me. I fill my
pockets with what shows up and let
the fear of uncertainty be my guide.
When even the rocks break, I will
soften and listen to their poems.
© Karen A. VandenBos
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| Karen A.VandenBos |
Karen A.VandenBos was born on a warm July morn in Kalamazoo, MI. A PhD course in shamanism taught her to travel between two worlds. A Best of the Net nominee, her writing has been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Blue Heron Review, Moss Piglet and others.
What a poem! Great title, too.
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