Day 6: Storm
Poem 7.22.14: Storm
I've got my fingers clenched
To keep me from floating away.
The pressure ebbs - to flow again
Threatens to rip me from the ground.
I hold my breath
As they converge
And relentlessly rain down.
A thousand chariots -the sound
Of my heart somehow drowns them out.
It leaves me gasping, battered, straining. Doused in new uncertainty
I reach out and beg for calm as Im uprooted. Cowering, shaken and Still bent.
Bare feet digging, scraping
Branches. And I find painful purchase.
Better to bleed and bruise that fly
Before ones' will and time.
I catch my breath as it pulls forward so
I close my eyes and brace for impact.
I ask the question with my whole being
I listen for a No, Yes. Not now.
The wave has crested. There, so near
And then, I let my hands relax.
Somehow there is a calm within me
As it starts to tumble down.
This time a calm drowns out the sound.
To keep me from floating away.
The pressure ebbs - to flow again
Threatens to rip me from the ground.
As they converge
And relentlessly rain down.
A thousand chariots -the sound
Of my heart somehow drowns them out.
I reach out and beg for calm as Im uprooted. Cowering, shaken and Still bent.
Branches. And I find painful purchase.
Better to bleed and bruise that fly
Before ones' will and time.
I close my eyes and brace for impact.
I ask the question with my whole being
I listen for a No, Yes. Not now.
And then, I let my hands relax.
Somehow there is a calm within me
As it starts to tumble down.
Weak and sore -
But He's figured it out.
While the sun a gentle loosening;
Rain clears the mud away.
I found an older poem and decided to skip the prompt today.
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