The storm rumbles above
Menacing on far horizons
White capped waves roll ashore
Erasing my presence with each crash
I stretch towards jagged lightening
The wind scourges me clean
Pushes me towards the unknown
As it pulls me from all I was
Away from you, from your grip
I am drifting above the vortex
Spotless, with only a memory of pain
Doors slam behind me, audible and shattering
Ahead tinged with pinks and gold
Futures call my many names
A demand I choose
How can I elect just one of the many
The Protector, the Provider, the Lover
Who will step forward to Be
As silken chains fall from me into the maelstrom
I become nomadic a drifter
Just me, my monsters
My memory, which is gentler
Than you were
12-September-2015
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
So beautiful . . . such imagery. I particularly love the lines: I am drifting above the vortex
Spotless, with only a memory of pain . . .” This gives me chills. This is one of your best.
Thanks, I am it seems evolving and with the evolution my poetry is whispering to me.
Val so good was this, it set my arm in goose bumps, as I read not only your written word, but felt in some way your heart.. I wish you well in Becoming as we all ‘shift’ ourselves away from the past as we cast away the chains of the past..
Beautiful Val..
❤ Sue
Thank you Sue, so many people have seen so many different things in this one. It has helped me see things I hadn’t seen in the writing.
❤
🙂 xxx That’s good 🙂
Monica is right – it is rather gothic but hauntingly beautiful also. Silken chains…all good images. Well done and one of your best. Cheers, Val!
Thank you so much. I think much in my soul is pouring out right now, some which maybe I am afraid to touch otherwise. I touch it here and then examine it in the light of day.
Full of imagery … love the cleansing by the storm, then the willingness to accept self.
Thank you Frank. My poetry is taking strange and tangled roads lately.
… and that’s OK … after all, life is that way.
So gothic, so mysteriously arduous. Nice, Val.
Thank you Monica. My poetry seems to be taking twists and unexpected turns these days.
Stunning.
— your words soak into my bones. xxxx
I am grateful, I am always grateful when you read and find something that touches you. You especially, you touch me always so touching you puts wings to my heart.
XXX
The nicest thing I have read this morning; gave me goosebumps
Oh, my friend. The nicest thing I have read this morning. Thank you.
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
It is beautiful..
Thank you, I am always grateful when others find something in my poetry.