In the marrow of the quiet, the noise of my thoughts are understood.
In the deepest nothing of the darkness, a murmur of light beats life into my heart.
When the tears run like rain, a ray of peace is seen most clear.
In the core of my core, life’s scars are hidden here.
Taking root in the fibers of my soul, but sprouting strength and persistence to heal.
In the core of my core, dwells the spirit of hope.
In a body ill contained, but growing in spite of odds.
It nurtures all growth in the mind, en caged in the scars, and protected by hope.
In the core of my core, gratitude thrives here, and thus, so do I.
Written by Afton Murphy
Afton Murphy 