committed a poem, untitled

[storyrainthejournal]

sometimes it's the only way I can say what's in me...

Standing here

Wondering where exactly

Here is

Thinking of my ancestors

Thinking, should I leave now—leave

This here, where now the nightmare drifts

A deadly gas

Promise of horror

Do I fight on?

And writing—how

In this midst, this here, this now

Write my far flung, deep-set

Stories of others and self, self as others

Adventuring, fighting the dark forces

How do you fight a deadly gas?

Go always masked

Wear clown noses

Bury your face in the cat’s soft fur and breathe

Only the scent of love and warmth?

Hide in the woods

Deep in the water, breathing through reeds

Listen for far off music

Listen, for hope, for love, for strength, hands to hold

An embrace of comfort in the dark—

 

Weren’t those
Only stories?