
2-Word Challenge – Dew/Existential

Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
I’m haunted
by a thing invited
and a thing that invades.
I permit it
to a room’s space
and at every corner
I find it behind my face
Spirit and dust
and the ocean’s rust
Divinity meets earth
in its laboring for birth
When the chasm opens wide
A creature crawls and cries
Painted by the bow in the sky
The cooing wind names it Pride.
All those flames
and you couldn’t kill
one witch
or her spirit
If it makes it past my heart
I’ll kill it with my hands
There’s an echo in the mountains
When the body lands
Not a person
But a planet full
Vast in its purple oceans
And many in its moons
Dragging me into your orbit
And drowning me in your
Violet waves
In the morning
I reject the light
Ruin days and
Ravage nights
A brute forcing felicity
from its gilded throne
The joy that is lost
is the joy that was my own
Treading softly
and leaping
from shadow to shadow,
existing only in places dark,
you find a sunken repose
in the folded corners of my heart:
a welcome stranger that I didn’t invite –
I only ever lose you in the moonlight.
My nightmares
are my own;
unfelt and unseen
yet the tremors
are heard in the morn,
dull echoes
hidden in sharp alarms,
falling to sleep
waking to rise
life to day
death to night,
ending its story
as we all do
in our fatal haste to new