a wall of water
tidal wave
wont set me free
here we are tumbled about
in the body of our mother’s womb
earth is life
and water flows through the tributaries
feeding life
or when clogged
brings death
as all around us
ancient bodies float
and I recall that long boat trip
it brought the death of their child
and who knows what happened to the grief
fighting for survival
child after child arrived
a struggle to stay alive
but when the lure of alcohol hit
its left in its wake
a twist of anxiety
that poisoned the ancestral line
dogging us down the generations
leaving buried tendencies
which held us hostage
in more ways
than words could ever say
and as the whale it breaches
shore
I find myself once more
on that stormy beach with you
as sadness rises like a flood
revolving around inside of me
threatening to take me down
resting brings the fear of death
but movement is required to sustain
a life
so I must keep fighting to survive
because tears reveal
how badly I want to stay alive
but in the shadows
ancestors voices call
please don’t let this bring the fall
or stumble
as tears tumble down
I feel the curse rumbling underneath
drowning out silence
with the sound of gnashing teeth
as this hunger that drowned
is once again found
buried under the exhaustion
which echoes on
heat rises
as fire burns
and I feel so powerless
against this curse
sensing it wants so much of me
but the price it demands
well it terrifies me
as wall of water
threatens once again to take me down
I’m always able to find in your glorious poems a wonderful piece that touches me deeply, And here I think of Carole’s courage
“resting brings the fear of death
but movement is required to sustain
a life
so I must keep fighting to survive
because tears reveal
how badly I want to stay alive”
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That actually bought tears to my eyes Ivor. We never know what courage a soul may have until life’s challenging experiences demand it… Many hugs and much love β€
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I’m always emotional, however these days I draw from her and manage to cope well
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I can understand.. Well that sounds like true power… I feel the same about my Mum and Dad who have died, they are always around to draw strength from, that love never dies ever…it give me comfort to read this.
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Sharing lovely moments gives us all comfort,
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It truly does π
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Very deep Deborah.
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Brilliant π€
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π ((–))
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