Answers to questions queried a
thousand times ten infinitely
more difficult coming back in
emptiness dry as a corn husk
without the embodiment of
the kernels within
She just wanted the pain to be
wrapped in softness of a
satin robe pushing away the
unknown as in darkest night
moonless permeating her
skin, invading her mind
Always the same response came
whenever she faced them to
wait until the morning for rays
of light unveiling all hidden but
inside she knew that the
morning might never come
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
This makes me think of this song, “theres got to be a morning after, if we can hold on to the storm.” A song written years ago, but somehow appropriate when I read your prose now. I hope that you can find comfort, and wrap yourself in a blanket of love from me. Candy
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fabulous creation. i sincerely hope and pray morning reaches her with promise of new, beautiful start.
awesome poem.
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