Easier now.
The tight stranglehold of madness relents
to allow rivulets of clarity into a brain tingling
like a foot fallen asleep.
Circle dance, spiraling to a familiar stop:
How much damage to repair?
How much footing lost?
A pause in the wreckage
to take stock
before turning.
Like a centrifuge spinning
sediments of blood into sight,
Madness separates substance
from goss.
Not purified,
riven.
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Dec 31, 2013 @ 08:19:41
Your prose is beautiful, Sandy. I’ve read this several times, feeling the words with personal understanding.
Dec 31, 2013 @ 08:58:36
thank you, my friend
Dec 31, 2013 @ 10:49:18
Yes. I feel it. Exactly. And happy New Year. {{{hugs}}}
Dec 31, 2013 @ 14:47:36
And to you, my friend. Do you know how happy-making it is for me to see that tiny picture of Richard whenever you comment? It lifts me. It really does. Thank you for that.
Dec 31, 2013 @ 17:56:13
Beautiful, Sandy. You are so talented. I love your art and your gift with words. Blessings for the coming New Year!. Love, Nana
Dec 31, 2013 @ 19:31:40
Thank you, Nana. May 2014 be good to you.
Jan 01, 2014 @ 02:44:25
Your writing is so potent, and hits so many “homes”, and your style is so uniquely your own. It’s such a delight to read.
Jan 01, 2014 @ 09:10:39
Thanks so much. And thanks for reading.