Speaks out in the midst
of written chaos, betwixt
the purse of tense, wet lips..
Breathes a sigh of relief.
knuckles pressed to chin
As the lingering moments sprout peace within…
It is finished.
Creased foreheads round about
Thought taut across their faces.
But I, alone in the serene euphoria
Breathe freely, blessed with freedom’s grace.
That much lighter as I float in my seat,
Handing but one more worry to the Lord.