She paces, back, forth
She crawls, searching, searching
Sometimes finds a piece
Sometimes a shard
Her heart not relenting
Her soul wants to growl
On her knees
In foreign seas
Twisting with chaste
Not on land
But then she sees
With eyes still wet
“In the pages of life,
The secrets are kept.”
She comes home.
She sits, listens, cradles
She opens wide, swallows
With grace comes light
With trust comes courage
Her heart now leads
Her soul, a morning stretch
Now slowly standing
With wise understanding
That one can soar
Adorned and adored
In sky now
Seeing more surely
More confident in the bet
In the pages of life
Secrets are kept
It never left.