Walk On, She Whispers

Walk On, She Whispers

Beneath the veil of December’s night,
A woman walks, bathed in pale streetlight.
Her breath a cloud in the biting air,
Her heart unburdened, her spirit laid bare.

The mist curls ’round her, a silken shroud,
Whispering secrets both soft and loud.
Each step she takes on the glistening stone,
She claims the silence as her own.

The world had taught her to trust, to believe,
Yet time revealed the truths that deceive.
Betrayal carved scars deep into her skin,
But from every wound, a strength grew within.

No shadows scare her, no fears take hold,
Her armor forged in the fires of old.
Her path, once tangled, now straight and clear,
Each step a triumph over doubt and fear.

She casts a glance at the fading past,
The pain and the chains that couldn’t last.
The fog absorbs them, a hungry sea,
And she walks on, knowing she is free.

Her thoughts are calm as a moonlit stream,
Her eyes reflecting a long-lost dream.
The damp air wraps her in its gentle care,
A companion found where none was there.

Under the streetlamp’s golden hue,
She flips her collar, embraces the new.
The acrid soil beneath her feet,
Now fertile ground where dreams compete.

She smiles, a secret only she knows,
In her veins, a new freedom flows.
Her steps echo softly, a resolute song,
And the night sighs deeply: Walk on, walk on.

© 2024 Samantha Syrnich TLC