DAY NINE: Poem: I Am ....

I am a tortured soul

yes , all my own doing

I acknowledge it

It is my darkness

my creativity is the light

the expression of the depths

it strips me bare

I am uncovered

I am undone

I am unravelled

I am ....

So much to heal

it will be done

it will break me

yet I will not run

let the thunder roar

and the skies weep

this is my dungeon's castle keep

open and exposed

for all to see

I am ...

Watch me rise from fires that burn

See the change

from a life forlorn

drag those mountains

those raging oceans

melt the ice

soften the wind

I am ...

the darkness from within.

Andrea George May 2014