Storm of emotion and rage,
Passes quickly, difficult to gauge.
Where did that come from trapped within?
Let it pass, pain released no longer singe.
Stay present, rage is from past.
Can hold it, explore it as if three dimensional construct.
Wow look at that place, how odd.
Surreal to detach and not be swept away with it.
No longer mine to carry, burden free of.
Live in a place of surrender, touch the pain trapped in present.
Yet don't have to live in the past.
No more catatonic state dwelling in past.
Been rescued and redeemed from that place.
Live in present grace and mercy.
Do what it takes to stay present.
Release ambivalence, no longer scapegoat.
No longer keeper of family secrets.
No longer held in catatonic place.
Present, alive, survived.
Story redeemed, set free.
In the present there is joy.
In the present there is hope.
In the present there is love.
Safe to be in the present.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Friday, March 25, 2016