Tethered and Torn No More
Tethered and torn at her bodice of lace
Love weaves into the fiber of her being
Gripping her heart, holding her face
To the inner fire of her emotional seeing.
Tethered and torn at her misguided roots
Love hopes and plants an enlightened seed
Renewing her spirit for growing pursuits
That will flourish in her knowing lead.
Tethered and torn at her arm’s length
Love flows as a persistent breeze
Lifting her soul, supporting her strength
She goes down a prolix path with ease.
Through healing shards of broken spirit,
What was tethered and torn, she’ll restore.
She passes with insight through a sunlit garden,
Where ropes of darkness can bind her no more.