no more.

I am painting my soul on
I step towards the middle,
one in the heart.
there are no balances
left unchecked
no remaining
sadness
no lingering pain.

if truth could be captured
in song
you would hear
a soft
beating heart
a breath reminding you…
of love that
conquered
of emotion
that wept
with all the strength
of rain in winter
of snow on sand
of water we wade
waiting no more
escaping no more.