Sometimes – a poem

Reblogging because it’s appropriate yet again this week.

Kat Micari

Sometimes I want
To stretch
My love over the world,
Snug and taut.
A blanket of warmth
To nurture and protect.

Sometimes I want
To stride.
A fiery post-apocalyptic
Sword in hand,
Burning hearts and minds.

Sometimes I want
To pour
Tears of grief
And screams of rage.
Pure cleansing with
Primordial emotion.

Sometimes I want
To rest,
My naked soul
Finally revealed,
Safely moored
And free from danger.

Sometimes I want
To act
All of these at once,
Yet hide myself
Behind a smile
And wonder why.

Copyright 2014, Kat Micari

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