Grief for the inevitable. 1st Place for Rising Stars 'Rising to the Challenge' 4/19!
Bloodied knuckles, bruised and torn,
worn down to whitest bone from
so much ceaseless pounding
on walls of brick and broken stone.
Wailing, scratching, beating,
never getting anywhere at all.
While night crept ever inward,
it was too late to light a fire
in a hearth gone cold.
But darkling forces rose in me.
They swelled and built,
drawing me away from shore,
pulling me out to sea
and farther from the safety of harbor,
into the frigid enveloping embrace
of a world yet unknown.
I desperately sought to anchor myself,
even as I was lost to the ether,
my hearth doused, and sinking.
And there, drowning in moonlight,
I become one with the tides.
(free form - 21 lines)
Cover Photo by Ian Espinosa on Unsplash