And through the pain of living
And through advancing age,
A soul begins its journey
Toward freeing from the cage

Not through death, though looming
Not through heaven’s call,
But through earthly expression
Like rain as whispers fall

A voice to those among us
Most restless at our core,
For years afraid to listen
But now it does implore

To paint for sake of meaning
Through brush or word or song,
A comfort in the madness
A right for all who’ve wronged

And maybe through the darkness
Of politics and war,
The faintest light will shimmer
Reminding that there’s more

~ Leana Delle
Sunday, October 13, 2019
2019 Sunday Poetry Challenge – Number forty of fifty-two
Photo Credit: Julia Craice