​​Hope 

searching for hope 
illusive 
and wandering 


questions 
without 
answers 

determination 
flies on  
whispered wings 

waiting  
for  
a response 

listening for 
answers 
relenting 
in the  
heat 

feeding  
a young  
cat 
who 
cries 
at the door 


my heart 
opened
and it 

curled 
between  
my ankles 
purring 

and for a  
moment 
i found 
a friend 

for a moment 
there 
was  
hope 

listening 
for the  
crows 
waiting 
knowing 

messages 
will be 
found 

small 
cat continues 
to charm me 
i remain 
still 
and
wait 

small  
cat 
purrs 
and  
bites  
my leg 

blood 
drips 
onto the 
concrete 
bruising 
spreads 
across 
tender 
skin 

alcohol 
burns 
the  
wounds 
as

wait 
for
the  
crows 
to  
heal 
my 
soul.  


~ Orannhawk

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Around the Bend

A restless breeze,
Movement from within,
Unsettled stirring
Without definition,
The early breaths
Of the winds of change.

Sensing without seeing,
Understanding without defining,
Calling up the tests of spirit
That come with forced movement
Towards an unknown destination.

Inner voice whispers
That only those who step
Into uncharted space
With a confident stride,
Armored in faith
Arrive.

For those who cower
There is another path.

~Carol Dixon



Rest Stop

It was a fleeting dream,
A moment in time and space,
A lovely rest stop
On the rocky highway of her life.
It was a hint of the happy storybook
To which most would aspire,
A time of wishes fulfilled
And normal experienced.
She had been damaged
More than she had known,
Though unbeaten, in the chosen path
Of extraordinary circumstances.
Needing to be cared for,
To be given a chance
To rekindle hope and light and growth,
Grateful ...so grateful... for the love filled cocoon.
It was a fleeting dream,
Yet one that would ever carve
Its imprint on her being,
A window showing the light ahead.
When she woke the dream was gone,
Yet she knew it would always linger
Through the awakening it brought
And the knowing it was meant to be.

~~~

And the gate again opened,
And the winds began blowing,
As she stepped once again
On the road she had built,
One stone at a time,
Focused on the single stone,
Not seeing how they linked
To form a road,
Walking blindly,
With only memory and dreams to guide,
Confident and sure, faith restored,
Leaving behind the flowers she had planted
At the rest stop.

~ Carol Dixon