Inner Woman Volume 2

Up endless flights of stairs

To the top under the stars

so close they beckon

to those with broken hearts

Freedom from old hurts

anguish lessens

as the widow walks

inside the rails

A ghost remembering

A mind grieving

A soul healing

And love is gathering

A space placed for rent

with melancholy bent

Brings hope for life

with less strife

Anticipation once again

to feel love, delirium

without the pain

and heartstrings throbbing thrum

To bring balance back

Emerging from the fog

crawling out of the bog

of depression’s long attack