For NaPoWriMo Day 10 I’m writing a poem not based on that days prompt.
Wake me in vermilion and peach,
The sunset explodes, but I’ll sleep through, gaze as it blends with cerulean sky.
The beauty of a light –I’m awake and have the energy of a thousand years in hours.
Wake me up, when my bones aren’t stiff and my mind not muddled.
For healing, offer carmine apples, lush lemons sour;
Hot pink tulips leaning towards sunshine, the omniscient glimmer.
A liberty in nature’s art, space to breath and become;
God, don’t let me drown,
Or tumble; don’t let my mind muddle, my body betray.
Never return to those darkest hours, the hurt of anger, such rage;
The storm that swallowed me; yet, created me as ‘me’ today — whoever I’m becoming,
As I tread, swim through cement waves and air seethes into my lungs when I surface.
Aid me as I discover, my rhythm in life, melodic movement to overcome the dim.
Let me meander verdant forests, trails of enlightenment, peace to wander and laugh,
Picnics, wine, and beaches in the sun, with my friends and loved ones.
Leave me in tranquility to amble amongst wild fuchsia flowers,
Let life not be rigid, placed in rows upon rows of suffering.
As the wild flowers bloom in every direction, soothe my soul every way it leans.
For I fear that it will never grow upright, gain the suppleness of a giant oak;
Perhaps, I’m flimsy, but you renew my strength.
And whichever way I’m swept, let the daylight warm my petals; my flexible stem let it bend.
Though white skins burns, let your healing burn brighter, as sleep soothes all wounds;
Let not little strokes, those choking quakes, break me from my journey.
So, I’ll keep pushing, the blue bird unafraid to try to dive;
My stomach aches and falls to the ground, the shadows swim closer, yank me under the waves.
Yet, in your hands I’m safe, there’s no harm, my wingspan lengthens,
I may limp, but that’s never meant I cannot fly, achieve possibilities despite misery’s woes.
Despite — I’ll always take flight despite.
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