Fringes

Storm_clouds

Covered
beneath the skin tight clothing
emotions raw
vulnerable and exposed
like a homeless person
seeking shelter
from a storm
under the bridge.

Clinging
to the beams
flesh tearing
fingers bleeding
praying,
weeping
let me survive.

Winds swoop in
threatening
to carry you
off into darkness
promises made
in a mind
that hangs on the fringes
of chaos.

Suddenly,
the air is still
you rise
weary and battered
just as a wet dog
shakes the remnants
of water from its fur
you too
dismiss this storm
earlier prayers forgotten
you journey on
thinking
“I got this”
……………until the next time.
Deb Correia © May 5 2014
Image: courtesy bing.com

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