Inspiration from a photoprompt can be found here
I have always heard the soft whisper of
wide open spaces calling to me.
Their sacred whispers caught between the leaves
on the morning breeze. My heart beating as I approach and the
excitement bubbles inside. This freedom
is a drug and I am the addict lost in the labyrinth.
I’ve pondered sitting on the grass
with ants crawling across my pale
legs, is this muted silence what heaven sounds
I like to think it is.
It feels like home, here I feel the beating wings
of my angels as rays of sun tickle across my skin.
I have known loneliness in my life,
I have known silence.
I have known a darkness that strips away your soul.
Yet sitting by myself in this field I know only love
and togetherness and peace. My soul is home
my soul is at peace.
Karen Hayward ©2016