I have been left
floating
my arms out
in mid-action
as if to stop
what might have always
inevitably come
and I am dangling
above forest and brush
above wild animals
who look at me
in wonder
my goddess energy
in temporary shock
my grief
billowing behind me
like an 18th century gown
in a black cloud of mourning
it threatens to
drown me completely
but my secret weapon
is to let it ride its course
to feel it in all intensity
For I know
this will pass
I will be ok
and so I let it go
untethered
like a river's rushing current
like a pocket of turbulence
like a storm that whips up,
engulfing quiet
in sudden froth
my hair flows
like a manga warrioress,
about to strike
her revenge upon the Earth
rage in arrows that pummel
your confused, bruised heart
where truth hides
within layers
upon layers of
veiled
night air
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
I have been left
floating
my arms out
in mid-action
as if to stop
what might have always
inevitably come
and I am dangling
above forest and brush
above wild animals
who look at me
in wonder
my goddess energy
in temporary shock
my grief
billowing behind me
like an 18th century gown
in a black cloud of mourning
it threatens to
drown me completely
but my secret weapon
is to let it ride its course
to feel it in all intensity
For I know
this will pass
I will be ok
and so I let it go
untethered
like a river's rushing current
like a pocket of turbulence
like a storm that whips up,
engulfing quiet
in sudden froth
my hair flows
like a manga warrioress,
about to strike
her revenge upon the Earth
rage in arrows that pummel
your confused, bruised heart
where truth hides
within layers
upon layers of
veiled
night air
Happy to say that for the most part, the feeling has indeed passed, yet the positive aspects of what was are in my heart
