The crown of the sun.. Slavka Bozovic

 

She walked the path of tears
She blindly asked for a smile
The soul trembled like leaves
That's how she made the medicine.
And she had to open her eyes
The memory hurt a lot
Hope is confused in her heart
She didn't look forward to the sun either.
She crawled on her knees
Hiding the pain under the ribs
Self-confidence lifted her
Although she was breathing half dead.
Wrapped in her forest
Where wounded birds live
The verse healed the sorrow
She combed her insomnia with her fingers.
And then a miracle happened
The sky heard a heartbeat
A firm faith enlightened her
Giving her a crown from the Sun.
And God rewarded her with holy grace
She became a poetic muse
He turned sadness into a smile
He also wiped away the traces of tears. . .

© Slavka Bozovic
Montenegro