LA PLUME DE DAVID ALEXANDRE LIEBERMANN

Breathing into the light

Breathing into the light,
With the energy of love,
Feeling a nod within the heart,
While seeking to be close.

Shutting down the lingering fears
Of being hurt once more;
Trying to press forward,
Even as the shadows soar.

Images flash by so fast,
Leaving me dizzy in their wake;
My breath begins to falter,
While my heart begins to quake.

Trying to break the blockage
That has dwelled in me so long
The one that kept me stagnant,
When I should have been headstrong.

Then, it stops all at once;
My body, spent and worn.
My head begins to heavy fall,
By sudden sadness torn.

A voice, gentle and warm,
Draws softly to my side;
I can feel her healing energy,
With nowhere left to hide.

With a few soft-spoken words,
I dive deep into my soul;
It is dark within the depths,
With no light to make me whole.

My entire body trembles,
As the abyss begins to moan;
The sounds prepare to shatter,
Until I hear them alone.

Then the cry begins to grow
The wounded boy is shouting out,
Begging for release from pain,
In a desperate, pleading shout.

I feel a pair of steady arms,
That surround me in a fold;
Reassuring me with love,
And a wisdom ages old.

Slowly, I can breathe again,
Feeling the weight depart;
Relief for all those lonely years
Locked inside my heart.

An angel came to visit me,
And worked her miracle;
Letting me breathe once again,
With love, pure and lyrical.

The darkness that once held me,
Now fades into the gray,
As I step into the sunlight
Of a brand new, quiet day.

I carry now the wisdom,
That I am not alone;
For the boy who once was broken,
Has finally found his home.

30.03.2026

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