Photo image above and at bottom by: Rebecca Cygnus
at the sorrowing hour
in the bleak grey
stir of morning
as nightmares flock
I dream
sculpting visions
that strip bare raw emotions
exposing full my troubled soul
to stare deep
at last
into what it is
that so frightens me
and in this harrowed
grief of secrets
glimpse
if but for a moment
the sacred release
that will set me free
rob kistner © 2019