The New Hope
By Michelle Hudson aka Mary Magdalene/ Naila Moon
copyright June 15, 2025
Alone in the quiet recesses of my mind
I listen to the beats of natural music
It is in tune with my soul's purpose
As my heart tries desperately to mend.
I cannot seem to free myself of the new wounds
Gaping
Oozing
Bleeding so profusely
I am certainly trying.
I had worked so hard to rise above all the
Muck
Sneers
Unkind whispers.
I feel so foolish,
It seems ridiculous to feel this way.
Time is so short.
So, so short.
It keeps ticking away
And yet, it is just illusion.
Or so it has been said.
I just hope
When I am completely done on this Earth
That I made a difference
And my spirit in whomever it arrives
Will know what to do
Will know that I existed
Will never have to feel
What I feel
Right now.
That that person
That new hope
Will only feel
Love and peace.
