Poems: Dark Place, Still In Chrysalis, and Seekers

With all of the holiday commotion, I am a bit behind on my blog. Today, I thought I might share a few poems. My poetry deals with my thoughts and feelings at any given moment; reading my poetry is kind of like picking up a grab bag. You never quite know what I'll be talking about. 

This one is inspired by a conversation in which someone was talking about surviving her dark places. I'm reminded that we all have dark places, but some are darker and scarier than others. 

Dark Place

You're my abyss,

Keeper of my brokenness,

Place of shadows and sorrows.

You hold my loneliness

And wrap it in heartache

Your night-dark hand holds me -

Captive in your grasp. 

You're the jailer of my mind,

Torturer of my soul.

Dark Place,

You're my abyss,

The keeper of my loneliness,

Brokenness of my shattered heart,

And the pain I keep cocooned inside.

You put chains on my heart,

To hold it in place.

Dark Place,

You're my abyss,
Keeper of my specters,
You surround me,

Injecting all of your darkness

Into me.

Light thickens to a dingy blur.

Like smoke, I inhale you.

Until I no longer see the sun,

Feel the warmth of the light,

Or stand in the crystal beams.

I walk the shadowed halls,

Feeling my way

From room to darker room.

I exist, alone, in this

Dark Place.

The following deals with not being quite perfect...yet.

Still in Chrysalis

               

In between beings

Saved, and yet…

Still imperfect

Waiting to be perfected

Waiting for the moment

Of Freedom

Perfection

Like a caterpillar

Trying to break free

To become the butterfly

Exquisite

Delicate

Every movement a song

So we wait, cocooned

Still somewhere in the middle

Something that’s not quite perfect

Still in chrysalis.

So, I was experimenting with styles, and at the time I was reading a lot of TSE. This one is semi-inspired by one of his poems.  

Seekers

We are the seekers.

Some ask, “What do you seek?”

I ask, “What do we not?”

Life? Love? Yes, we seek those.

Hope? Joy? Yes, those too.

Faith?  Yes. Oh yes!  We seek that.

We seek all of these things and more.

We’ve found the things of this world,

And they give us nothing!

So we seek on.

We ask, and, yes, even beg –

“Is there something more?”

We are the seekers,

And though the road is hard,

Though we are weary of our search,

And, at times, even our lives…

We do not seek in vain.

The things we search for –

They are ours.

We find all that we seek…

For, we find God.