The Thing With Feathers....

Where did it come from, this lightness of being,

erasing the darkness that’s dwelled here so long?

What is this feeling that’s rising within me

coursing these veins without calling or prompt?

We’ve faced down each challenge, each rebel demon

calling them out, destroying their keep—

yet I would be lying if I was denying

that there was no threat when it calls from deep.

Sometimes our tipping point needs to be challenged

as we keep on reaching for our 'ring of gold,'

and ever more quickly do we stop believing

while letting the negatives tighten their hold.

I don’t know what trials await our tomorrows

but here at this juncture the light filters in;

the weight that I’ve carried seems less of a burden

and just for a moment the darkness rescinds.

Oh, that this might last,  leaving past far behind us

—erasing these doubts that I carry within.

© Ginny Brannan 2019

Hope is illusive, but springs eternal, and sometimes swells up from within...

The title borrowed from the words of one of my favorite authors.

Spinning

Do not confuse my anger with how I feel about you.

My anger is borne of frustration,

perhaps because I set the bar so high for myself

that I expect…no demand…the same from others

Patience thins quickly:

the nurse that should know her job

but must come back

because of tests forgotten;

the ones who plow through

despite the sign in front of them that says “Stop.”

Is there no one that understands?

Each small infraction grows and compounds

fueling this loss of control

—and I cannot–fix–this...

Perhaps I have lost sight of the bigger picture,

floundering in the minutia

searching for the light;

for someone that can tell me

You’ll get through this...

  and we’ll be all right. 

  

© Ginny Brannan 2019

Image: Nature's Landscape Supercell pictures, storm, Wyoming.