Meditation on Fearlessness

No matter where I turn, there she stands still.
A quiet woman screaming to be heard.
Head in an oven or neck in a noose.

If God exists, he will understand me.
If not, well, Hell is at least deferred.
No matter where I turn, there she stands still.

Laughter lingers ‘neath the Joshua tree
Where I fall, a lone, lost pelagic bird.
Head in an oven or neck in a noose.

Frightened no more, praying only for sea,
I rise, eyes blued, lips bloodied, speech slurred.
No matter where I turn, there she stands still.

Secrets I keep, though not my own, bind me
In life as death could not. Truth lies tortured.
Head in an oven or neck in a noose.

I rage no more. Winds of age blow balmy;
I find I am grateful to be conquered.
No matter where I turn, there she stands still.
Head in an oven or neck in a noose.

srogers 22 september 2012