Rest
the storm has abated
the chaos subdued.
peace returns
to this place
that was so barren and cold.
I will unpack my angry words
neatly folding my struggles
and fears,
and with a bag full of fraility
I will slide this reborn hope into
a pocket full of dreams
and start the journey again
the chaos subdued.
peace returns
to this place
that was so barren and cold.
I will unpack my angry words
neatly folding my struggles
and fears,
and with a bag full of fraility
I will slide this reborn hope into
a pocket full of dreams
and start the journey again
posted by billy at Thursday, July 07, 2011
2 Comments:
"I will unpack my angry words
neatly folding my struggles
and fears,"
I'm finding something really powerful in this metaphor you're working through. Like the earlier poem and the use of drawers. I'm not sure why, but they are very evocative. For me :)
Thanks Erin, I really appreciate your encouragement.
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