Photo by Kim Nelson, Tucson AZ
Formed
of
dissonance,
their lofty,
soft appearance
does deceive
For in the eyewall
past the core,
winds ~
fierce velocity
achieve
On occasion,
The well-grounded
get a sense
of the discord
But another’s forecast
cannot calm
storm brewing
untoward
In this empty darkness
Bitter pills swallowed
Escaping abyssmal low
Prepped for one last journey
Packed and ready to go
Letters written, finally
Explanations made, just so
Loose ends tied together
Autolysis soon will show
But no
Reach for the light
Is it your goal to make amends
Rewrite the past
Or just pretend
That none of it ever happened?
…
I’ ve made my peace
Learned to release
Will you confront or just appease
The dark dog gnawing at your soul?
You’re its master. You’re in control.
It’s time
Take responsibility
For what you’ve grown to be
…
Hurry!
Time could run out
Let’s face it…
I’m not getting any younger… and neither are you.
Photo Courtesy of Eric 'Bubba' Alder
I know joy
In the depths of my soul
I know what it means to be happy
Yet despite intention, decision and choice
On occasion
I slip
To blue melancholy
In youth I would fight it
Rebel and push back
Resent the intrusion on plans
Now older, I go
With the unwelcome flow
Intending to grow and expand
Each moment, experience, time to endure
Teaches what I’m meant to learn
The blue melancholy, moving through, getting past
Are lessons I’ve rightfully earned.
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