If I knew why the world
sometimes crumbles,
when the earth
neath my feet is sound,
I might forget to fall.
If I could see
the raging storm
was only a summer breeze
of a passing season,
I might not hide at all.
If I was certain
flood waters
were not rising too fast
for me to safely swim,
I might not have to drown.
If I could just believe
the fears I fear
were lies, unfounded,
figments of my mind,
I might keep both feet on the ground.
confounding little voice, whispering in the mind
infinitesimal, insignificant – ultimately powerless . . .
until
acknowledged, fed – held close to the heart like mother nestling a babe, wrap it like a cloak, a chrysalis safe and warm, cower within till it torments no more . . .
except
it’s an illusion, a blanket of lies keeping the light veiled in shadow, growing heavy, heavier in the darkness, suffocating, stealing breath, parasitic thief consuming, devouring reality, regurgitating anxiety, apprehension and despair . . .
bête noire
undeserving of avowal, recognition, appellation . . . purge, disembogue, cast out, unbaptize, reject, refuse, restrain, dethrone the beast from lofty place to bowels of depths unknown . . .
rise
ascend past heights attainable by intrusive, binding thought, look back and you will fall –
spread wings of grace and soar.
~ finis ~
Crystal R. Cook
Beautifully done, both the prose and the art. I cannot draw even a decent stick person, so I’m always awed by those who can!
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Thank you :o) My daughter is an artist, a *real* bonifide, amazing artist. Her gift is phenomenal, I tend to scribble mine, but sometimes they work! Thanks again for the morning smile . . .
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“disembogue”? Dangggg you’re making me learn.
Who wants both feet on the ground anyway?
(stunning, btw)
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My thanks . . . Kind of a quirky cool word, sometimes I find one I’ve never used and simply write around it
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I like it. I looked it up. I love when a word catches the imagination
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