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by Alison McKenzieIt sours in the love and scorn
Relationships, all tattered, torn
She aches for truth above it all
The meaning of the distant call
To arms and back and there again
The search for light among the men
The target missed, the winding trail
Is run in strength to no avail
She stops to breathe, she stops to chant
The fire burst of long lament
The burning ache inside her bones
Her staring eyes, the silent moans
She wonders of a sweet relief
From long ago solid belief
In something, someone sent to save
The withering heart of one once brave
Escape from kaliyugic boys
Above the dust, beyond the noise
Her constant quest to fly, to soar
Avoiding birth forevermore
Through closing eyes she greets the sun
The journey very nearly done
Release the pain, forget the past
To serve the One and All at last
02/29/2008 Author's Note: There is only one way out....
Posted on 02/29/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/01/08 at 04:29 AM This has such a great old-fashioned feel to it. I'm not sure how else to put it. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 08/07/12 at 02:51 PM Agreeing with Gabe, this lovely old fashioned poem brings such a sense of quiet into my soul. |
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