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| Raging Ocean By D. Tryon I stand on the cliff's viewing platform, over looking the Pacific Ocean. Looking toward the horizon where the water meets the sky. There is a prevailing illusion of standing at the edge of the world. A thick gray mist suspended over the water like a canopy. The wind blowing furiously, around me, waves crashing against the rocks directly below, sending sprays of salty seawater upwards, falling about me and on my uplifted face, soft as a lover's teasing caress. Closing my eyes I easily slip into communion with nature, becoming part of the tumultuous energy that engulfs and surrounds me. The wind whipping my hair about, plastering my clothing against my body, the dampness permeates my clothing. The salty spray against my skin. I inhale the ocean air, cleansing and refreshing clearing my brain, opening my mind to unlimited boundaries. Freeing my soul of discontent, and the weakness of human failings. The sounds of the waves crashing against rock, the incoming force and the receding ebb. A cacophonous Symphony, beckoning my soul to participate. Releasing the contempt in me, of society's restrictions and unrelenting bias. I absorb the energy unleashed by nature's fury. I feel the impact of the waves beating against the cliff. I hear the roar of the ocean, the rush of the wind. I am alive! My senses tingle with the excitement of the moment. I become the ocean releasing the rage. My tortured soul is the waves beating against the rocks with unrelenting force. The wind is my fury, lashing out at life's injustices and disappointments. I am humbled by the force of nature in its fury and the thought that I am a participant for a short time. The raging inside me slowly calms and quiets with the ebbing of the ocean, casting disruptive energy forever beyond my reach. I am renewed. The mist of sadness that permeates my soul is lifted, and flung aside. I am once again whole, at peace with the universe and my place in it. I am once again ready to walk the path of this life, content. With an energy that comes from deep inside guiding my footsteps across a sandy beach, the blue horizon my destiny and the fullness of the white clouds my dreams, hopes, and aspirations. |
| Silence By D. Tryon In the stillness I sit, The silence slowly surrounds, engulfs me In a blink I descend into darkness, Deeper still, blackness consumes me. I haltingly traverse a rarely traveled path. Downward, deeper?. I stumble among the ruins, The farthest recesses of my mind. With eyes wide open, I behold the chaos of self-destruction. Shattered dreams, hopes never meant to be Loss of innocence. Each jagged piece a memory, Heartbreak, and self-loathing. Armor meant to protect, Turning on itself in defeat. The soul chipped away, Piece by piece. Years of thoughtless actions, eroding Leaving trails of toxicity in its wake. In the most remote corner, I weep. In pain, I cry for release. In fear I ask forgiveness, Of whom I do not know. I wait in silence for the answer, For peace, the last hope. At last I am willing to dare, In acceptance I reach out to grasp a dream. It is light I see, a glimmer Of an unclouded piece of soul. A glance, a startling vision, Of the person I wish to be. |
| Insidious By D. Tryon I wake in reality, seeking escape. Stealthily I am stalked, Seductively I am drawn. The trap has been sprung, Like a zombie I walk, Unaware... In oblivion, there is no despair. |
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