Into The maelstrom 

Tossed and turned about
ship unanchored moving in
to the wind whipped depths
returning to the open sea
lost for a moment in an eternity,
anger claims hold in white washed waves
as sleep elludes the restless soul
anger,
darkness clashing forces
something so simple
turned into another deep dive
in to the bottomless emptiness
and you can throw the vest, the ring,
the device that cannot save-
for there is only one way to rise above
this maelstrom
and that is to go deep within
to explore that which lays claim
like the handful of ships before
sunk and without notice
destination unknown,
pieces of history barely remembered
yet for the wire tongued whip
trying to keep it in line
and the feckless student
wise beyond his time
turning disdain to the Motherland
better to run aground
learning how to survive
than clinging to a sinking ship
whose day has come to run aground
to become but a fading memory
of yesterday and the storm
that launched the ideas
of a place of blue seas
free.

Gorgeous image of Venice FL by : Kristen Gunn

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One thought on “Into The maelstrom 

  1. I liked how you described the anger as something so simply, as so often when the mud settles out again it was such a small thing. Though it shattered our presence into sharp-edged pieces for a moment, and we got caught in the seas and dragged around, the depths remain still, supportive, and clear. All our anger rages on the surface… Peace to you, Kim!

    Michael

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