It's Time
It's time
To cut the final threads
That bound souls in unholy communion
To splash cold water
In the face of toxic disillusionment
To pour out sorrow, the grief, the shame
At the feet of gracious love
And embrace relief
Peace
Resigned to the rest of my life
With a quiet sigh of gratitude
For a quieter mind and soul
And strength I thought I'd lost
We are not victims
We are steady, strong, and skilled
Enough to handle what arrives
But until that time
May we dance, sing, love, and live
It's time
This echoes my own thoughts
Line by line
Would love to have written this
I Have these feelings too
Just not as good a writer as you.
“For a quieter mind and soul, and strength I thought I’d lost” was the moment that stayed with me. There is quiet courage throughout this poem—not the kind that shouts, but the kind that gently chooses peace. Thank you for sharing these words.