Safe Haven
Safe Haven
A journey from head to heart
from consciousness to intuition
Being Safe
Looking out to sea
Not feeling the wind
or tasting the breeze
Cocooned inside secure
warm and falsely self-assured
close old stiffled breathes
lung stale pallid skin
regrets of old, now secrets
vivid raw inside like
ulcers devouring
the remaining
limp flaccid life
Looking ashore
journeys end nearing
rose ruddy red cheeks
crazy tangled salt stiff hair
imagining waves crests crashing
the joy, thoughts of the unknown
dreams grabbed explored and enjoyed
fantastical memories vividly shown
in the clear and bright minds eye
or Quiet Hell
2 Comments:
Thankyou. I did wonder whether to post it or no. It came out and I left it
I have a gentle sadness but feel so much potential passionate joy inside. Desire, desired state. I know what I want and need to take a step on my road to that place. This is bubbling in my head.
I am at the gap in the poem I guess
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