One Who Knows
Before civilization imprinted on you,
before speech swallowed your thoughts,
before a million rules and regulations
strangled your spirit and stripped your flesh.
There was a place
where the uncontrollable laughter lies,
where mirth hides behind each corner and
where spontaneity springs full force.
To return to the One Who Knows,
to brace yourself and jump
Full-fledged into her arms
Perhaps some curtains will get torn,
some pot overturns,
or a meal might burn here or there.
But this creative soul knows no limits.
Recognition of her ferociousness can be frightening.
But the raging of her scarlet anger,
the scream of her limitless pain,
must be, must coexist
with the creative forces
that build the sky castles, families and fairytales.
Copyright © Alison Hodges | Year Posted 2020
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