She walked into the room where
Everyone was crying.
She cried louder than them all.
She met the man
With the club
And they danced the warrior’s dance.
She saw the children suffer,
So she cast off their tormenters
She looked after the widows
And quenched their parched lips,
So they honored her
With memories of her kindness forevermore.
The children danced around her feet
As she crowned them with priceless jewels.
They went out and saved the world.
She looked upon the man with the club
And saw his heart.
He put down his club.
Then she looked around the room and heard
No one crying.
She then found herself,
In the silence.
Recently retired, Lily is a late-blooming independent writer, just getting her feet wet. As a member of the Writers of Kern in Bakersfield, California, she’s getting the support, encouragement and guidance needed. In addition to her love of non-fiction and all things Spiritual – both reading and writing – she discovered a love for poetry through an interview with Mary Oliver by On Being Studios. For the first time in her life, Lily began hearing life in poetic lyrics and occasionally tries her hand at it. Find out more about Lily at www.justonething.site.