This is the darkest of storms yet
And everything is being tested
I stand firmly, alone on the porch
Our house planted in stormland
You trapped in the basement, where little sun shines
The storm lifts me and i float, flutter
Holding onto the sides of my gutter
Butterflies dipping in my gut
I want to let go, but i am afraid my house may go too
I am afraid that they may forget about you
I let go of one pillar, and wiggle my ankle over the porch
letting go is so tempting
Yet my maintenance in this house is so damaging
The wind is a mix of glittering mist and warm fluffy dust
She is gentle and engulfing as she lifts me up
I slip, she has me by ankle,
I float and forget, the broken house and close my eyes and relax my mouth
My arms are flowing with her embrace, my hair has grown, mimicking the love and curves of lace, i feel the blue, turquoise and green, my dress once browned with ground and earth, and steam
Comes clean and the whites of purity, oneness, spirituality connect to me,
I feel the flow, and the go of things, no longer guided by the rings, the rested around my love, & your heart
this storm is a new start.
Washed away was insecurity
Anger in the mud
The blood of bonds
Connection to the limits
Pools of failure
Tear filled ponds
I reach and stretch
I touch something with my toes
My eyes are closed,
Yet i feel the electricity, spike through me
This is the love, i thought was weathered by the earth
It’s you, full of girth and power to find sunshine in the underworld , manueavering through this storm
To merge into me, first by arm
You have decided, have made a choice to sliver through
The crack in your cell,
Following the pavement of peace that i released to guide you
Into heaven through hell
I haven’t seen a face, yet i know that it is you
The love transcends and we are now engulfed in healing
You me and i you, we flow and fit, & show our roots that we can both be lifted, despite the seriousness, the storm seems, and we become nothing more than light beams, wrapped in me and we twist, and turn into our wildest dreams, a shootings star we become
A miracle from god, our kingdom come.
Please take my hand and you will see, how the storm can clear if you follow me,
our house rebuilt and stronger than strength can be,
You on the porch and staring at the sun,
A shooting star skirts by and out runs from the securely rooted house, our beloved baby, our sun.
And i float through the front door, to meet your back full of scars,
Admiring the focus of your gaze, as you bend and lift our gift to meet its maker,
I touch your back and the scars glitter like gold, i am water, i fill you with my sweetness
As i step aside you, the scars still shining,
You never bend over to fold, never to falter. You stand in your power, as husband and father. You are the root, I the water and we are nourished by our sun. I feel victory, the freedom bells, we have won.
We know that storms will come
However our sun, will give us light in the dark
My water can control the waves
And your strength, roots will always save
About the Creator
Jascynt Tulloch
a writer who is in love with love & her love.
book “a summer’s novella” is available on amazon now.
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