Annie Poem by Laurence Overmire

She was a whisper in the wind
But lucky were the few who heard
The tale she told of a twisted life
A branch broken in the storm
Fallen into madness
Redeemed through spirit
A passion played in vibrant color
A soaring heart that refused to submit
The tyranny of misfortune
Haunting till the end.

Now she is an echo
A voice that carries through the walls
of memory
A beautiful sound that cannot be hushed
No matter how still the darkness
How sharp the pain
of loss and regret.

~ Laurence Overmire

(Previously published in Kookamonga Square, July 2000)