Yabbok

a poem, rough cut

Beauty

Can you hear it?

Do you still believe?

Bleak hailstorm turned to flaming sunrise

Tears transformed to bliss

Salt drops

The ache is fresh

Ego bruised

Spirit crushed

Wondering

Wondering where we go from here

Wondering how we got here

And wondering if the heart has wandered

so far as to never return

stuck

Trapped in motion

But not sure which way the train is going

Up is down and down is up

Oh, once it seemed so easy

Conductor, can I get off?

Tangled web of lies

Lost in the milieu

Lost in the memory of you

Why

We want answers

When all we’re often given

is more questions

Tired of questions

Clinging
to forlorn hope

Longing
for tears turned to bliss

The memory

Stings like a bee

Trapped just under the skin

Burning against flesh

For want of release

Heart is heavy

Burden lonesome

Can someone help carry?

Lover

Are you listening?

Tell me

I’m tired of crying outside the door

Waiting

For your repose