Surrender
Fingernails scraping
Across
The acrid wound
Grasping because
They lack….
Faith
The storms
multiply
Finally there
Is no strength
To hold
I must release
My grasp
Surrender to
The forever
I AM
In that moment
Sweet honey
Blessed rest
Soothing balm
Extends lovingly
In to my soul
About Me
- EB Kirk
- I love people. Writing is my passion. I am content when I have a writing assignment. Whether it be poetry, letters, or informational writing. I have eight children 23, 21, 19, 18, 13,13, 12 and 8. Three girls and five boys. I treasure times spent with them. I have a passion for helping others and would love to work for a non-profit one day.
1 comment:
OH what a gift you have in your poetry. touches my soul...
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