August 22nd:
Suddenly sucked into a vortex –
the date of hermitage entrance –
blackened pit of dread and despair.
Swimming yet sighing,
oh my weakness, fatigue.
Let me sleep.
Bound by discouragement,
I still want God –
five years later, yes,
I strive and breathe.
Posted by: Jivani Lisa | August 22, 2012
Vortex
Posted in Poetry
Great poem, Lisa. Thanks for sharing.
By: Jeanette Gallagher on August 22, 2012
at 3:34 pm
Glad you like it! Pretty cool when poems just pop into one’s head. 🙂
By: Lisa on August 22, 2012
at 4:07 pm