Bring on the storm
I am not afraid
Perhaps a little frightened
Still I say, bring on the tempest
Let it rage through me
Cleanse me of my fears
Replace them with nothing
Or with furious desire
Burning through tethers
Binding me to history
Forcing me inside of myself
Away from my desire
Bring on the storm
I am not afraid
I am a little terrified
Unchained from my history
As I scatter in the gale
Of delight and freedom
Lifted up on spread wings
Reaping the wind and ions
Swept away in ecstasy
Bound by something new
9 – April – 2015
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Val, this poem is spectacular! You should try to get it published, seriously. Sounds like it came out of a book. XOXO-Kasey
My book, one of journals. Thanks Kasey.
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One of your best, Val! Well done! We must face the storms…I have one right now. Courage!
Courage, yes. I think we all need this as we face new challenges. Frightened? I am, constantly.
Thanks
“I am not afraid
I am a little terrified”
Love the dichotomy of those two phrases uttered back-to-back. Actually reminds me of something Kurt Cobain would say.
I mean that as a sincere compliment.
Thank you Mark
Lovely!
Thanks Peg
Poetry is def. your forte. WOW. wow. xxxxxxx KISS from Duluth.
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Hurry and tell the time and place Kim so I can plan. Can't wait to see you this year. Thank you
Such a to unleash the fear. I feel the momentum to relief here, Val, as the storm passes through and you stand your ground. ❤ ❤ ❤ Yes! I like this very much.
Thanks Tess, you are so right. I stand in the center and spread my wings. Fear though, it is a terrible, insidious thing and believe me my heart beats a tattoo in my chest.
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I know the feeling. More power to YOU, Val.
I swear I typed in ‘Such a r.e.l.i.e.f.’ Huh.
Wow! This is a terrific description of facing up to one’s fears to deal with life’s challenges. Thank you!
My poetry tends to be the most honest part of my soul, the only way my soul speaks. My heart and mind speaks in other ways but my soul, this is where it speaks.
I am happy you found it spoke to you.
Your words are mesmerizing. Oh that we all could rid ourselves of our fears, sometimes irrational and not at all practical. Thank you for sharing your poems with us. They reveal so much.
I sometimes think they give me away, then I think Monica it is part of stepping out into the storm. I am always grateful others find something in them.
Being afraid can feel like there is a weight on you… we lift up and are bound again… those phases can be lengthy.. I send you light to counteract darkness xx
The truth Christy, fear can hold us to the earth. History can hold us too. Breaking free is one of the hardest thing of all.
Oh yes … even through turmoil and major life changes, new beginnings can be good.
They can, especially when you find yourself hiding under all the debris of history and bad things. Fear is terrible when it holds you back.
Agree … thus the importance of letting oneself break through the barrier.