The Storm

Today’s Focail do a Chara

Photo credit Christine Salkin Davis

The Storm

Sometimes the weight of disappointment gathers up a storm so strong it takes my breath away

and I feel as if I am drowning in sadnesses,

choking on the bits and pieces of dreams lost and suddenly discarded,

fragments of scenes slipping through my fingers as I try to grasp, hold on to something solid.

I come up for air and take in gulps of reality,

gasping at its acrid scent and sickening taste.

My feet search for sturdier ground

but find, instead, this verse, this moment,

shifting, changing,

and infinitely naked.

I give up the struggle and float,

letting thoughts and emotions, anger and hurt, what ifs and why nots, buts and not nows, not evers and never agains, wishes and Plan Bs, you didn’ts and not thats

wash away from me

like waves returning to the sea.

I am in a riptide of what is

and the only way out is to accept it, relax, and

swim parallel to shore to find new waters, calmer waters.

Feel the sand beneath my toes.

It is surprisingly firm and I stand, shaky but alive.

Still here. Still me.

I watch the tide go out.

©Christine Salkin Davis, please subscribe to my blog here

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Christine Salkin Davis

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I write a blog called "Focail do a Chara," a compilation of arts-based, poetic, and narrative thoughts on living and dying, caring and being.

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