It is with great humility that I offer the following, as a small poetic tribute to the life and legacy of Dr. Maya Angelou. May be downloaded and freely shared at: Amazonlist.net/IWeepNoMore.pdf

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Weep No More
© 1999 Gene Cartwright.

 

 

 

I weep no more.

Well of tears—bone dry,

bed of thorns now lies empty,

absent my presence, waiting, hoping,

expecting, foretelling my return

to its piercing embrace,

But I have moved on.

 

I weep no more.

Wall of fear—once stone,

blown asunder, now gone forever,

reduced to dust, crumbled, shambled,

unable to thwart my will,

nor prevent my escape,

‘Cause I have moved on.

 

I once longed for the serenity of death,

the solitude of nonexistence,

the eternal peace of un-being, as in never having been,

But no more.

I once sought the tomb of a mindless darkness,

unacquainted with the informing nature of memory,

or the gift of light,

But no more.

I have found my voice, heard my song, seen my spirit leap

like a geyser toward heaven.

And I have moved on.

 

I weep no more.

Well of tears—bone dry,

bed of thorns now lies empty,

craving my presence, waiting, hoping,

expecting, predicting my relapse

to its cruel embrace,

But I have moved on.

 

I weep no more.

Wall of fear—once stone,

blown asunder, now gone forever,

reduced to dust, crumbled, shambled,

unable to shunt my will,

nor stay my escape.

‘Cause I have moved on.

 

I weep no more,

’Cept for joy, aloud I cry,

now yearning to be, to live, not die.

Now cleansed of shame, I weep no more.

My soul is free. I weep no more.

My soul is free. I weep no more!