Storm of Ink

heavy dark rain clouds
pregnant with my swirling
thoughts and emotions and feelings

there was the dry heat of inadequacy
and the hail of ice balls which had
coalesced ’round bits of betrayal
strong blasts of dirt buffeted my mind
words you ground out
just before the door slammed
that final time and
the clock fell off the wall

I, falling to my knees,
held my face in my palms
and the downpour of all
my fears and hurts
covered my cheeks
sobs wracking my body

the words held on the tip of my tongue
refusing to pass the bulwark of my teeth
sentinels standing guard across my heart
perhaps the poetry could not pass my lips
(you wouldn’t have heard me anyway)

so instead I stood resolute
but my heart melting away
drops and pieces falling
in a trail behind me
breadcrumbs no one will follow

sitting at my desk
I pick up my pen and
begin to write

put on a raincoat
the storm of ink is coming

tara caribou | ©️2018

*please remember, this work has nothing to do with or about or towards the blogger mentioned, simply that I used their blog name/title/tagline as a writing prompt.

Thank you, Braeden. Here’s #mygifttoyou

You always make me think outside of my self-made box with new perceptions and ideas. You make me dig deeper, layer upon layer, and I love that. I totally dig how unique and insightful you (and therefore your poetry) are. ~tara

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