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