LIGHT

 

I will fling open the lid

               on my soul

free

the flapping

            bats of fear

to froth

           into the night of

                          my past.

Childlike wonderment

                   stutters into

                             my chest

at the deliverance

          of chaos

                         into gloom

Descending

            calm

flourishing into

            longing for

                          light.

 

 

JOY

 

Enchanted

          by the laugh

lilting softly

on damaged.

Peace in the quiet of

moments

so beautiful

words

cannot play.

Frolicking in

warm chaos of

morning sounds

familiar

because

you are mine.

Rapture in the

knowing of

nights

where hurting

wants.

Solace in the

knowing if

darkness hurts

succour heals.

Love.

Joy.

You.

 

 

FAITH

 

So we built our

   forest through a

house fraught with

fears and

They that sought to poison

suckling saplings

of joy

shrunk from

love

shining smooth

from tears of sap

leaked into

fragrant fruition

green and spongy

intertwined

redolent ropes of

faith

nourished by

rich earth

fertilized with pain

of brittle bark

shed into

nothingness.

 

11830726_909927482413319_1410703204_nL T O’Rourke is a writer, poet and artist. She has published poetry and illustrations in numerous anthologies, including the Black Scat Review, New Urge Editions and The Ironic Fantastic. Her current projects include an erotica novella, thriller novel and a manuscript of her poetry and artwork. Her artwork can be purchased online at Fine Art America.