The Light

The whirl of tormented winds 

Cursing and gasping 

Twisting and laughing 

Hide the light  

Desperate clutches, an iron grasp 

Grasping around 

Looking to ground 

Remember the light 

Winds fall away, the calm begins 

Remembering your hands 

The warmth of your heart 

I Found my light

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

I may have taken something different away than other readers. But my mind thought of the fields of France 1915.

Very enjoyable, and makes the reader think and wonder the meaning behind one set of words against the other.

[Emily Rae]

this is a great piece. your writing seems to carry heavy metaphors. As I read this, I imagined the light as a calming and grounding soul that brings peace to the chaos.