Something Dark Looms--30x24 June 2011
Something looms
Disguised as an umbrella, perhaps as father or mother
Has me believe I’m small and helpless
Or a separate being cut off from the world
Although I’m no longer a child
Offers me a soft sling in which to nestle
Here, let me take care of you
Swathes me in layers to protect me
And the promise of sleep to muffle any pain
So comfortable I don’t notice the bindings
As the cost of comfort
The steely wires stretching into a miasmic web
The minute anchor points riddling my body
Until I wake
And begin to sort through the ties
Something still looms
Something dark hovers near my pearling heart
Hiding there just beyond my ken
Oozing dread from just below my awareness
The tensile strength almost overwhelming
And so, what began as waltzing with god within myself
Has become a battle to free my soul from the looming dread
A battle often waged in molasses
With gaping wounds and dark holes
Through which I surrender and sink
Into the truth of myself