is anger genesis or sinking?
is loyalty approval or life-giving?
is that voice of ire really moving?
when seething, is that hope or coping?
two images of revenge confusing
in this noncommital tension, you just cruising?
i know this avalanche is never slowing
i know the sky is black and snowing
i know you’re so sick of waiting
and the stasis devastating
but these embers need your protecting
the thread of grieving’s always weaving
your patience is anathema to dying
it’s okay to take solace in your trying
holding on is more than just surviving.
your touch is so electrifying
you’re the water into soil soaking
take a step back, it’s amusing –
this wayward life for our unfolding.
with all this stress and pain that’s shocking
and your nervous system exploding
your crippling fear of ever slowing
take a breath that’s deep
gaze at this arresting beast
savor every tear you weep
and put trust in your vital way of knowing
slow and steady wins the race of growing
the pulse of life is ever-flowing
and your hands are built for sowing.