Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Swimming With Sharks

 

The whistling winds whirl
                around me as I am caught
                                in a festering tornado
                                with poor manners
                                and a boorish attitude.
 
I am peacemaker, ombudsman, confidante
                the keeper of secrets, some of my own
                                hidden in dusty shadows
                with many riddles brimming
                from those with more twists
                and turns than Dorothy’s journey
                                into the depths of Oz.

I am tossed into the fire, caught
                in the swirl, the mystic haze
                enveloping me like a boa
                                about to ring the life
                                from my useless body.
 
I awaken, no longer able to discount
                                the emotions that flood
                my here-and-now existence;
                as I listen to the flow of feelings
                                mollified, silenced,
                strumming to rhythms in my heart,
                                thoughts illuminate, sooth
                toxic lacerations and resurrect
                                fortified truths that salvage
                                and protect from disjointed
                people who mean no intentional harm.
                               
It is time to relish in today,
                exonerate past misfortunes
                and celebrate future successes
                                as I smile inwardly
                acknowledging that I have come home.