poetry – One Woman's Quest

What Force Is This?

Indomitable
the ghost
that haunts me

cat-like ferocity
shredding pragmatism

I tear at the veil
obscuring source

Dream goddess
shaking complacency

Primal wisdom
waking up.

(Image my own)

Are we awake
barely breathing?

Mounting raucous
shattering sensibility

Hatred building
rights withering

Who will survive?

I, chirps
the solo bloom

Timid-voiced
overlooked

radiant in her fragility
confident

Breathe

(Art my own)

Sidestepped comfort
dared to breach
personal boundaries

Knew it was a stretch

Uncouth, this bodily response
pain penetrating

Dark thoughts wrestling
inner rebel smirking

I gleaned a moment of freedom
But at what cost?

(ME/cfs is characterized by exhaustion following exertion. Post Exertional Malaise (PEM) is the result, causing symptoms to flare.)

Oh, the fluidity
Of childhood days

Splashing and skipping along
The path meandering, directionless

When does life acquire edges
Doors and hallways hindering?

Led by asphalt and time clocks
Obligations too numerous to count.

My own body has become a cell
Movement stiffened, mind rigid

It’s those childhood memories
Soul ingrained, keep me fluid.

(Image my own)

Is it the stillness
of the rock pool
that draws me
again and again?

Authority eludes –
is not my own –
I dodge hawk-eyed
critics, am weighted
down…struggling
to resurface…

Crave tranquil
company, a chance
to breathe…
unseen…
Nature always the key

(Image my own)

(words and images mine)