New Beginnings

Carole Stolz

22.01.2012

She saw the smoke, 

unseeing, 

like a bleeding internally,
eternally, blindingly real.

She steeled herself for the heat, 

treating her wounds already,
Steadying her racing heart, pacing her martyred soul, 

…too old for this atrociuos game.

Maiming, burning, turning, reflecting, 

not selecting but consuming, 

assuming the role of the Warlord, lording it over everything in its path.

Laughing at the pain, insane in its consumption. 

Unfeeling in its searing, stripping, raping, 

leaving a gaping space,

…laced with pain and screams and scars, 

    …dead dreams.

Sunbeams casting shafts of light. 

Draughts of night, frightening in their cold, 

sold out to warmth, alive. 

Striving to shake the wake of the wave enslaving her in a sleep of horror. 

Terror never quite departed, but newly awaking, 

shaking the sleep out, 

…keeping the fears without not within.

Begining a new day, 

…a new way, 

    …starting anew. 

Parting the dark through the sound of the lark. 

Depart the hounding, blood pounding and fright; 

…enter the day dreams and maybes and light.
Worry, strife and rope 

dispersed by 

carefree life and hope.

The old is gone, 

…see, it is all new.

New beginings come with the morning. 

The storm and mourning are over. 

Never again to be. 

…Carefree. 

    …Literally.