Ordeals held her silently

She was never a long lasting sigh of relief

Remaining a reflection of her entity

she told all souls she met the same

how hope happened to hold traces of rain


Ordeals only as a given existed

and because she wore well her heart, she persisted

for memories had taught her there would be spells

when trying became tangled; love served her unwell

And yet if her soul had stayed at ease, she’d never had known

the sheer strength in breathing life to someone unknown


Ordeals wrought those barren skies she stood beneath

where the heart of their voices lifted her from underneath

…This was enough that she stood silently

and took up the words she settled with—finally

speaking through those brief and prolonged chapters on pain…

 Carrie Gilbert 2017