Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Out There in the Dark

Tremors in the night—
The non-terrors are full wonders.
To mold the water and the dripping faucet
Must be to carve my future from the stone.

I can discover what rages within—
Push it down beneath my bones and skin.
Fill up for yourself peace at my persistence,
Knowing I must resolve my own heart.

Out there in the distance—
I can feel more than anyone else.
The rising fire of past things lost to us
Will be, I promise, the worst of our heartache.
With the release of every chapter of Below the Land, I will be posting a companion poem. This is the poem related to Chapter 23.

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