Marie Elena, the Poetic Asides Community & other web friends.
When hope was buried under ashy bitterness
I cried my anguish to the winds
(well, typed it to the world wide web)
with no intent other than to let
the fear and pain tearing in my heart
have a place to go that wasn’t deeper into me.
When it was done I sat rocking
back and forth like an old woman
keening her uselessness, thin sound
scraping against the insects, birds and
sea song, almost lost but just enough
to ruin everything. Ruin everything.
I would have pulled the world around me
torn it down and shredded it in red-stained
pieces, scattered fragments never heeding
where they went and never wanting to
regather, just destruction was my comfort.
Yet here I am, a miracle was wrought
hope was seeded, the world escaped
my violent revenge and ending.
Thanks to you I am here now, grateful to say,
“I celebrate your words that day.”