The Storm
The storm hits
Washing up
It’s harsh tide
Bringing with it
Pain and fear
The onslaught
Could continue
Never ending
A humming
A swarm
Of angry wasps
Hovering close above
Weary of
It’s sting
I’m tired
Tired of this shit
Tired of it
For my sons
Tired of it
For me
I’m learning
Even if
Even when
It doesn’t stop
I must learn
To continue
Onward
With tenacity
Not pretending
It’s not there
Acknowledging accordingly
Not allowing
It’s incredulous
Soul-eating poison
Eroding away
Joy and hope
The light
That shines brightly
My words
Bubbling from the
Depths of
The sea
The Universal sea
That brings forth
Existence
Transcending pain
And loss
Driving me
Inviting me
Towards
Freedom
Rick Ellsmore
1/31/19
