Resolution

(i)

I have collected words for over 40 years.

Words that burrowed under my skin

etched themselves into my heart.

Words that waited patiently

Through the dark

for the day I would

no longer silence myself

with trepidation, but rather,

emboldened by their creation,

I would embrace the light.

(ii)

Now as the new moon

defiantly challenges

the deafening silence

of the long winter’s night,

I manifest these words

planted long ago;

stolen pomegranate seeds

abandoned along the edges

of well-worn paths.

(iii)

Wise words written

by wondrous women

on the bark of Celtic ash;

poetry for the gods;

quickly dismissed

by the fount of knowledge

as nonsense,

long since forgotten.

(iv)

Slowly regenerating.

Under the shadows of the hidden moon,

the silvery goddess silently speaking

words we can not yet hear--

words that we must first remember.

(v)

Words that now shimmer:

fluttering behind my eyelids,

slowly revealing themselves,

silky threads weaving webs,

illuminated by light

cast by the full moon.

(vi)

A million little sparks,

energy colliding,

creating explosions,

burning bright,

begging to be seen,

rediscovered,

released to the world.