No thoughts are at rest.
Though she's been blessed,
Yes, she's been blessed.
But a letter hangs
heavily on her back,
Illuminating a trust attack.
A body desired,
with humble breast,
She contemplates each earthly test.
She starves herself of any kiss,
Lonely steps towards heaven's bliss.
Her lips, though wanting
only speak
As timeless waters
fulfill the creek.
Their fingers dip in waters
refreshed.
She's been blessed,
Yes, she's been blessed.
Open arms once delighted,
fall.
Spinning heart absorbs it all.
Her revealing path reveres the Sun.
Never meeting the elusive "one."
Never exclusively one to keep.
Sterile body,
Lonely sleep.
Smiles set,
countenance collapses,
She tried to love greater than her needs.
But when careless words ripple far beyond,
Her purpose halts, while her joy bleeds.
She held herself when the night was warm.
Her every desire left unexpressed.
And never were her ears fulfilled.
But she's been blessed.
Yes, she's been blessed.
The crickets score the draw of eve,
She sips up breath, and sighs forlorn.
She mourns the undue letter placed,
that sends dishonor and reads disgrace.
But never will she bow to guilt,
There will be no falling to her knees,
Anger makes the hurting blind,
And stings the innocent like vengeful bees.
Stung and swollen, she stands still,
Swallowing the unjust pill,
She crossed no man, and blurred no vow,
Though she's wiser to the test now.
She'll stay the course of solitude,
Loving purely with hands serving,
Which will ensure, she never endure
the shame of letters undeserving.
JESS COFFMAN
