Anvil Chorus Poem by Katheryn Foley

This beautiful creature wrapped in grace.
Saving itself from the dark cold tragedy.
Waiting for a moment of peace,
creating distractions as these dangers increase.

Pulling away twirling in space
Glancing at the one I love
Leaving without a trace

Living in the moment
creating suspense
Choking on words
As tears make you quench

Four Three Two One...
These seconds help us come undone
to our naked beings
to our true selves
exposure heals the hurt you felt