Trepidation

i cup sunlight

in my trembling hand

and pour it over

a gray-scale realm.

.

i can find my

responsibility

in the rising floods,

the repeated history

of war and greed,

the devastation 

of disease.

.

fabricated chaos

in each fearful 

thought-burst

adding to the pitch 

of the world’s 

agonizing howl,

the loneliness

of a strange attractor

whirling

in the mirrored room.

.

and yet you –

bent field lines

for me

the force 

of love-energy,

took me in.

.

i will not 

block my eyes

like a child 

afraid to be seen.

outside is in,

i will fight

with each breath,

to draw the effort

to silence my internal din,

and pour the balm of love

on the space within.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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