a pouring out of myself in a condition of complete mental and physical exhaustion.
More Than Anything...
More than anything
there remains a searching
for a peaceful place of rest
A balm for soothing minds
of healing emotional distress
Inside the heart is a longing
to lie down upon tenderness
and sleep with no more moaning
in a place of gentleness
But there is a lock upon the door
that opens the vault of hidden pain
waiting to pour out the flood to flow
drowning the soul in an unquenchable rain
Rain that comes in torrents
swelling unseen oceans of dreams
visible only in desperate times of
wakefulness and screaming nightmares
and all the darkness between.
There are monsters alive and hungry
and the savage beings
angry and mean
like sharks circle the maimed
sensing the taste of bloody torment
killing the weakest and the blamed.
The mind is a maze of intricate connections
electrical and surreal
bursting like lightning upon raging storms
in skies that smother and kill.
Weary from physical and spiritual battles
dragging oneself to the harbor to heal
making believe that all is healthy
hoping that one day the healing
will finally become real.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-09-06 at 01:07
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