Tempestuous

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I stay in triage mode for safety  

Tolling of the bell now readied

I meander in- out of a fogginess

Unsure of which is the clearest

Some silence, some white noise

Without distinguished patterns

I’ve nowhere to go, nowhere to be

Except being lost, sentimentally

Brokenness lays deep within me                   

I waffle from being wide asleep

To liken being drowsily awake

Oft I question what is upwards

While denying what is before me  

What I truly seek …is a miracle    

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Poet of the Light © 2021           

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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