in darkness & light
i’m rattling the earth
from a cage without bars.
i’m silent as fury
in wars about wars.
i spit and i sputter –
snap crackle and scorn.
i wait and i wither –
beholden and torn.
surrounded yet lonely,
i’m chilled to the bone.
my spirit is weary.
my heart-strings are worn.
there’s chaos within
and destruction without.
down float feathers from angels;
a bomb took them out.
i can’t seem to find me
in darkness and night;
until i remember
i’m darkness and light.
Is everything OK, Elizabeth?
Yes! Thanks for asking 🙂
the world is too much with you?
if so…
me too.
but your words are so beautiful. if or if not.
Not entirely sure. I never quite know where my poems come from, or what they mean, because they write themselves – but if I had to render a guess, I suspect I am learning to be present with anger (my least comfortable emotion).
Passionate!!
‘A bomb took them out’
I laughed out loud … was not expecting that!
you & me both! ha.