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VxPoem ID: 21419
Category:
healing
Posted: April 28th. 2006 4:08:48 PM
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Fortress
by Shawnee
Age Group: Adult
A fortress on the shore
Thunder rolling and lightning brilliant against the darkening sky
Making such beautiful patterns as to distract from the danger at hand
I stood there with the waves crashing against me
My hands bloody and my knees bruised
Admiring my work, this fortress
Built stone by stone during the great storm
Alone I climbed the stairs
Hair wet and sticking to my face
Bare feet blistered and tired
Hands cramping as I struggled to close the massive gate
To keep out the enemy, both seen and unseen
To be safe
To be secure
Just to be…
The night blanketed the shore
It’s loneliness no stranger to me
Sleep, the only welcome visitor
And closed-eyes the only armor needed here
In this fortress on the shore
The fortress I built alone
Stone by stone, during the great storm
Morning came with a vengeance
The bright sunlight chasing the shadows
Blinding my eyes and my judgment
Challenging me to remain inside
Inviting me out to the open air
Where danger lurks in the prettiest faces
And damages are done with a slight of hand
I remained in my fortress, safe within the solid walls
With only a peek out of the small, slit window
A slight yearning of freedom aching in my hollow chest
Cured by the numbness I wished upon myself
Then night came again, and with it the cold
And I covered my head with thick blankets
And alone I slept in my fortress
Built stone by stone during the great storm
Time ran downhill like a river to the sea
Seasons passed and bridges burned
My fortress stood the test of time and nature
Weathering a great many storms
The perceived victor in each circumstance
An impenetrable and formidable core
Bewitched with an outwardly alluring façade
But then the day came that the ground shook
Suddenly waking me from my coma-like sleep
Stone walls trembling like leaves in the wind
An immense quaking of earth beneath me
An upheaval of past and present
And imminent destruction of my fortress
Built stone by stone during the great storm
Disoriented at first, I just stood screaming
Raging at the earth to stop its tantrum
Hell-bent on recovering the remnants of my fortress
As the stones fell one by one all around me
It was then I fell to my knees
With a surge of something I had not felt in ages
I felt afraid
Motivated by the fear coursing through my veins
I crawled through the rubble and out to the shore
The sun blinding me again with its damned brilliance
The waves crashing onto the shore
Leaving but empty seashells in its wake
Like legacies of my fortress
Built stone by stone during the great storm
There was nowhere left to run but to the sea
And in it’s vastness I wished to drown
To send the past to rest in its fluid grave
To end the pain and the punishment
So I put one foot in and felt the iciness of the water
And at once the raging sea quieted and embraced me
There is no end to this story
As yet I am still consumed by these waters
The old self dying, making way for a rebirthing
And as for my fortress, built stone by stone during that great storm of long ago
I sometimes see a glimpse of the shore and a hint of what was
But the distance between seems farther and farther
And one day will be only a ghost on the horizon
Shawnee ~ April 28, 2006
Author's Notes: Please do not copy or reproduce this work without express consent of the author~Shawnee Kircher~2006
Author's Location: Land O' Lakes, Florida
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