Sos Poem by Vonda Overlie

Another day, another time, life seemed so carefree.
The most of my worries were the color of the curtains.
Bright Red I wanted them to be.
Perhaps a warning.

Oh to travel back and bask in the glory of simplicity.
The road was much smoother then. Galavanting on nair a care in the world.

Today the lump at the back of my throat is large enough to choke me.
Stifling, quieting my merry tone.

Oh to sing beautiful again. To soar at the high notes with such ease.

The red curtains cloud my thoughts at day break, taking me back to that simpler life. Playing and dancing as darkness lurked near.

Oblivious to the danger I twirled and sang loudly.
Making my presence known.

I was the epitome of happiness, Soaring like the eagle.
I could rise above you and find my secret place.

Without warning you pounced. With full steam ammunition. Taking me down.

Wounded soldier left to die. I am here in the trenches awaiting rescue. I am not alone he has found me even here.

In the silence he reminds me of my pain. Encouraging me to surrender.

I remember. Living words in my heart slowly reaching a crescendo.
Echoing into the darkness, reminding me of the rainbow.

With my mustard seed faith I believe.
I will not beg you for mercy for I know your name... Fear

Perfect love casts out Fear.
As his loving arms surround me. You flee.
I have found refuge in my storm.

Nursing me back to health I find sanctuary in his wings
Mending me to fly high once again.