Whispered Wanderings

There’s a heart-storm brewing again.
In that deeply buried place
where only I may roam…

I see in your eyes,
you think you’ve gotten a glimpse.
But while you may have spied the path that eventually leads there,
you haven’t tasted enough of darkness in your own life
to walk it with me,
despite your well-intentioned assurances.

‘Tis a path that I must walk alone
through storms that thrash against my will
and tear at my resolve.
A deep squall that rages
leaving nothing untouched
until all is changed.

And yet
as I hold myself inside the storm, I feel
an unimagined calm:
peace wrapped neatly inside
such beauty of creation
and when I am ready
I shall emerge from my chrysalis,
to spread my wings and

fly.

klm
8/9/23