The Tempest Within, poetry by Mary Annie A.V. at Spillwords.com

The Tempest Within

The Tempest Within

written by: Mary Annie A.V.

 

The emerging

Between the breaking
and the emerging,
I dream.

I dream of being crushed
before
I take flight.

As my wings flutter
to dry,
my folded wings
plead for room
to breathe,
the leaf’s broad palette
for me,
to color my dreams
before I am ripped open
left to bleed.

 

Words

And as for words,
we had many.

it was the love
we still sought for!

 

Poem

In the lassitude of the night
I dip in my quill.

The ink in me
spills over the page.

 

Pages

The torn pages
need no more reading.

The mirror has fun
reading a torn shattered me.

 

The birth

In the distances
the tempest keeps raging.

Closer,
be gathered
into her silent womb.

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