Swirling waters

in and out but mostly in
drawn in without a say
spring back up for a few short moments
drown in the eye of the storm
think there's no return
be swallowed by the monster
and ejected out as if new



know deep inside it'll pass
there's hope and belief
the experience transforms
a second time you're prepared
a third you stand up
the fourth s/he's grown smaller
how many times to gain respect?
how many times to love who s/he is?

it is no time to lock myself in
and wait for the hurricane to pass
and pray it will not destroy me
it is time to watch its majestic spiralling
and allow its energy to penetrate me
and make it alive

clairem --- 18 Jan 2007