Then Sings My Soul


I once sang of faith
with unwavering clarity.
Certainty in every note.
The wild berry of a purple heart,
noble and true until hope unlatched,
fear reaching it’s breaking point.

How quickly the fruit
turnned bitter on my tongue.
Now I struggle to hold on
to the melody,
whispering my song
through broken lungs.

-Tosha Michelle


68 thoughts on “Then Sings My Soul

  1. I sense a deep sorrow in your words. Hope I’m wrong. Find a place inside your heart where there is joy and love, and it will burn out the pain of disappointment.

    I love the Red Sea analogy.

    Lots of love,

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  2. What a strong poem Tosha.
    If I may say that roots never dry. No matter where we are, what will happen to us, whether we are broken or run away, we will all eventually come back to what we know is Truth. May your days be filled with love!
    -Dajena ❤

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  3. Gotta love that photo. Hahahaha. Modern day parting of the Red Sea. Just like your poem expresses the heart and thoughts of so many Americans that are frustrated with their faith. And not just Americans, but much of the Western World. Or maybe I’m just totally off base with my interpretation here…?
    At any rate, spectacular poem Tosha. Seems so real and honest.
    🙂 ❤

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