Catharsis
High above the turmoil
is where I sit
Leaning against stone
Cool and comforting
Calming the chaos
Clamoring in my head
The stillness soothing
Slowing time
Slowing heartbeats
Breathing deeply
The crisp, clean air
sends oxygen back to my brain
Below the tempest brews
in torrents of anger
Its waters boiling with rage
Thrashing against sharp rocks
Swallowing all in its wake
Taking no prisoners
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
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Prompts
Sue Vincent’s weekly Write/Photo
Stream of Consciousness - Above/Below
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