The piano dances
a little too closely to the truth. It’s as if I am on a boat...
that was flung into unexpected rocks
by a wicked storm.
The storm cannot compete with the wildness of my eyes- or the strength of my soul.
But , now my boat is
stuck in the aftermath
in the sandy , muddy,
shallow water.
Now all I can do is pray
and hope
and forgive the seemingly
unforgivable. God does not condone
vengeance.
Oh I want to fight like a lioness protecting her cub- but I listen to God . I quietly accept that they have taken everything but my spirit -which can not be broken.
A Spirit that can only be rivaled
by 100 wild horses .
I trust their mediocrity
to dance with karma .Light always wins- eventually.
So I steady my gaze,
And dream alone ..
alone ...
in my boat .
With an insatiable desire
for more-
calling ,
calling the tide
to take me -
to take me anywhere.
Painting :
“The lady of shallot”
by John William Waterhouse
in 1888.