Written in response to the Moon ate the Dark Creativity Challenge from Christine at Brave & Reckless and Go Dog Go Cafe Check out all the other submissions and you can also submit your own work.
The power of touch One stroke of a hand infusing energy into a worn-down body Shooting through veins A much needed euphoria producing drug The simplicity of the act yielding results Impossible to gauge the enormity of the action Yet infrequently used As if too personal Invading another’s space When sometimes the silent cry from within must be heard The humanity of action to supersede the insanity of what we have become
That rare moment when you feel yourself hanging between sleep and awake A euphoric state you never want to end Stopping and starting doing a retake
Multiplying the climax again and again until sleep is triumphant finally surrendering The mind relaxes and in dreams you travel to another world of visions for remembering
Emerging from self-imposed imprisonment A throne-less queen walks naked and alone vulnerable remorseful Eyes watching her every movement
Her sparkle diminished she wears the grey garb of solitude and regret Wishing now for sunlight to warm her coldness, liven her spirit and pump hope into her heart
Amidst the turmoil of flying words that can never return and the tumultuous sea of regret darkness finally comes as the door closes one last time on the carnage never to forget
Sobering, stark walls of the passageway numb the senses quieten the mind and heart rate begins to slow As oxygen reenters the brain Blinding, distorted visions disappear from view Calmness comes forming an inner glow
Time in this place becomes preferable Cocooning, comforting Stabilizing, strengthening and healing A distant door beckons with a future new To be opened when Equanimity returns to endorse the feeling
Slowly but surely Bit by bit Concentration comes Closing off the world Contemplating, meditating Fingers touching thumbs
Judicious use of thoughts Contained and controlled Absorbing the environment Looking outward to Nature Searching for the answers on a path to enlightenment
In the wake of your furor I come up for air breathing it deep into my lungs until the oxygen calms my brain and I can think clearly again
I remain inconspicuous on the perimeter of your struggle for sense Here I can observe your body language and know that this is on you, not me and I owe no apology
Sorry will never be uttered as it is never felt Words will be knitted in a pattern to obscure and hide the truth This is your way Forever justified
