Sheltered Storm

Despite the blizzard that is she
despite the roaring winds
the cruel cold
harsh darkness
within.
Burning candle
unaffected by the storm
bowed
head bent
so very very dear.
She is strong
standing tall
in her pain
wrapped around
chains that bind
holding her to the wall
holding her memories.
Mouth open
silent screams
all she wants
to be heard.
Look into her eyes
see within
darkened despair
agony
fear
that she is not enough
never enough
for those looking at her.
Gather her close
rekindle the fire
burn through the coldness
bring to her desire.
Watch her astonishment
as you remind her
once more
you will always be there.
A light in the blizzard.
A port in the storm.
You are home.
©Jan. 29/20
Picture via Pinterest
This poem was begun by John at The Eclectic Contrarian and sent my way to develop. This was the first time we have done it with a poem. Other times he has sent me pictures to write about. He is my adopted brother in another country from a totally different set of parents who is a great man and a really good friend. We also provide great comedy free of charge in the comments section. 🙂
This is the link to John’s take on it. Polarity

Peer Behind the Curtain

*******Preface this is not how I am feeling at all. I was reading another blog this morning when the words written struck a cord. This poem is a result of that. Describing the time leading up to the Kaboom of 2017*****

Look
how can she know
what it feels like
to be trapped
to be ensnared
in sticky strands
black anguish
struggle for freedom.
Look
not at the cover
what is beneath
scarred
cracked
broken
each piece
a little out of line with each other.
Look
see her smile
her joy in life?
Look
peer through black mimosa
see the child sized woman
wracked with doubts
demons
cackling
dancing around
a wicked game of bully be
from which there is no escape.
Look and see
bottles lined up
alcohol
pills
bitter retreat
dulled numbness
run from the past
from memories brutal and true.
Enough tears
enough pain
enough of everything…..
a bottle later
the voice still screams
shaking
unable to see
crying
do not let anyone come near
do not let anyone hear
leave it be
death maybe the only way out.
Look
found
love within self
truth within self
myself 
in the herself I use to be.
©Jan. 28/20
Picture is my own.