By: Toni Havens
She who’s light fuels us all.
Our mother’s voice I do call.
I am suffering, trying to be strong.
Dying inside, not wanting to hold on.
No way would you be wrong.
You chose for my lover to part from me.
You whom I have given so many nights chanting by candlelight.
A devoted child I still am.
So please whisper how I have sinned and fill my heart with reason and love again.
This poem was inspired by the art of Amy Brown this particular painting is titled, “Evening Whispers”. You can find more of her art at http://www.amybrownart.com/