Calm, calm like the Dead Sea

I need it calmly to engulf me;

to rush calmly over my head

and calmly drown all the words I’ve ever said.


Turquoise calmness brings a smile to my face

but… when last did calmness inhabit this place?

This place is ablaze with intense, raging fires;

all my most prized ideals go up in flame on the funeral pyres.


Towards this day I have come with nothing; nothing to show…

I embrace this day with all the strength of a newly-born little one.

Perhaps I should have thought to foresee that I should, by now, know

that the battle is hardly begun, and hence, very far from won.


© Annalinde Louw 2008

This piece was written on 21 June 2008
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