Reconcile

I've severed a tie in my mind today;
it was hopeless,
you see.

Ragged breath and flaring eyes
met me at the door
of innocence.

I let it in. Offering balance.

It tore me up.
Shredded me to bits.
Barking. Angry. Violent.

A calm descended after the storm.

Rose water fell from the heavens.
I drank it in.

I forgave. I forgot.

Hope burst forth.

We watched the moon reflected on the water.
Again I let it in. Hope. Life. Etc.

It snarled. Face contorted.
A new demon revealed itself this time.

I shrunk back.

It bit my head off.
Severed. On reconciliation day.

My life overflowed. Manufactured from within.
I seeped into the ground.

Life sprang forth. A tiny shoot. A leaf.
It shivered in the breeze.
A drop of dew weighed heavy.
Sunshine singed the crease.

Hope takes too much patience.

Now, detached,
I can only reconcile
with all
that I am
today.

Writing Crime/Suspense

Fear was an exhilarating thing. It meant that the hunter was in his prime. That the prey had been brought to a point where it knew who was king. It signaled finality. The end. That's what he would remember of her face. The fear, the trembling, the loathing and the disbelief playing out all at once, contorting her features. She had lied, and cheated. She had angered him. And so these nightmares plagued him to no end. The flash of memory occurred almost as quickly as the dream ended. The glint of the knife blade, the contrast of blood and her pale skin. Paul's eyes adjusted to the light streaming into his bedroom window. He must have passed out on the floor in a drunken stupor, but the memory of last night was enough to bring him out of his sleep state. It dawned on him, that it hadn't really been a dream..