Turbulence, and My Hiatus of Calm
Turbulence, in the name of peace
release me from your hold,
for tis misfortune that drives your folly
and my missteps retold,
even though learning is my intention,
why change so vehemently my direction,
just to make certain of my complicity,
for having needed you at all.
Standing would be nice,
the tumbling plight my worst headache,
and agitation is all I get,
no lessons stick because I’m wet,
when in the washing machine I go,
the results of cause and effect
and all I’ve done that bites me on my bum,
cannot erode my willingness to learn.
Why does it all come at once,
as if withheld, until an avalanche of pain
inflicts itself upon my brain,
and I just escape the death knell of my consequence,
to learn the details of my circumstance,
and to survive my mistakes
that echo in the spaces of my soul,
where doubts and fears withhold the truth.
I dream of calm and windless beaches,
the soothing sound of lapping water edges,
profess my serene and empty mind,
hedged by all that used to wrack my brain,
when turbulence reigned,
and taking and rescinding steps were all I could think,
fearing all the consequence,
and dragging me to the brink of my acceptance.
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Great train of thoughts Tony. I love that last line. This seems like a stream of consciousness, like Faulkner often used in his writings. Nicely penned.
Much appreciated Phyllis, so glad you enjoyed my thoughts. Take care.