Poetry | Journaling
Diving into my Diary
Writing about writing
Answering the magnetic pull to write,
I reach with my mind, pen poised at paper,
deep into a night-dark ocean of dreams
catching hold of my shadow’s outstretched hand.
I and my shadow stare intently into each other’s eyes, while
my pen scratches across the page, possessed.
It almost has a mind of its own-
Who is really writing?
Clouds of sadness cloak my head.
Rain drips, slowly at first, then faster
as the thoughts pelt me and I smear the ink
on the lovely, lined pages.
Violent waves of untended memory and thought surge,
making me sea-sick, til I vomit choice words all about,
tossing ad nauseum, yet
my shadow refuses to abandon me.
Meanwhile the gales shout and thunder proclaims that
my world is not as I thought before.
Shocked, I succumb to tossing currents
and crash on the rocks and sand of clarity.
This storm, like all others, passes.
My shadow releases my hand as the rain
and the clouds move on,
replaced by Milky Way and moonbeams.
