Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The Chill of Night

Night time fills the air
Cold wind beat against my window
I wrap up tighter in my blanket
I pretend I'm not alone

I cry a soft cry under my breath 
The pillow becomes my comfort
The silence has its own chill to its breath
Darkness seems to be winning

At last a glimmer of light shines through my window
It breaks the hold of night over my soul
A new beginning  another day to live
A day to find that human touch once again is mine

By Wanda Arthington


Tracy said...

A very powerful poem; did you write that? Absolutely beautiful...especially since I found myself awake at 4:17 this morning...what's up with that?

Wanda's Wings said...

Yes. I do some poetry when I feel I need to say something that might reach others.

Shinade said...

Wow...Wanda this is most moving and very very beautiful!! You are a wonderful writer!!

Still holding you in my prayers!

Just Be Real said...

Amazing poem Wanda. Touches the soul. Blessings

Wonderingsoul said...

This is so so beautiful Wanda.


sarah said...

Beautifully written. Your heart speaks so clearly in your poem. I've always found writing so healing. Hugs to you....

MOLLYE said...

Hey Sugar Pie, You should run...not walk and buy yourself a few journals and begin to write, write, and write some more. That my sweet friend is where your talent lies. Powerfully beautiful poetry. Betcha if you do this you'll begin to heal. Love you, Mollye Oh and what better time than while you are recouperating from your surgery! Yay. My friend Wanda, the famous Hallmark writer :-)

Anonymous said...

Wow. Very powerful. I love the hopeful message at the end. Beautiful, just like you.

Wishing you well,

Bobbi said...

Beautiful poem!