A abyssal black sea
A mental den
To vanquish and conquer
An endeavour past yonder
I nail and board
Numbly cut off the cord
To recognize the thunder
Of a traumatic asunder
Is there peace beyond the rage?
Will I die of the silent plague?
In the distance I see A stillness in me
And all souls around Of love light and secrecy
To unlock and reconnect
And share at least a memory
A moment A choice Of being Of healing
A choice of which to stand and say ‘I have to nurture inside
Only then I will find inner peace of my body soul and mind.
Ally Sands June 2016