True Moment Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

True Moment



She shared her naked soul
bared all, but was left wanting;
there were only naked answers
to fill her cup.

Nothing returned
to vulnerable empty arms;
the freeness of spontaneity,
the thrill of the moment, gone.

Joy flung itself into the universe
but she, chained by a soiled earth,
found no peace
beyond a scorched star.

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