Troubled


It’s an ache at the center
Tight near where the ribs
Come together like hands
In prayer;
It’s a hunger for something
Anything other than now
Other than what’s here
Today;
It’s a longing to transform
My life from my life
Like a chrysalis
In spring;
It’s a desire to strip back
Layers of my soul
And cast them aside
Like chaff:
Can meaning be harvested
From these dry remnants
Of our fractious past?
Tell me.
(November 2011)

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