A cleansing
By Grannyrosie
A CLEANSING. Where ragged shoreline meets the sea, Thunderous surf pounds relentlessly, Jagged rocks stretch out to plead, Their existence, determined by natures greed, Salt spray lifts high, to meet grey sky, In solitude, I, inner self stripped of all. That harsh, raw breath of natures realm, Cold biting winds, Thor's fury, Soul writhing into dark abyss, Efface, this chalice of impurity. 'Unclean, unclean', the gale doth cry, Turned to, in this quest for self. To slake each thirst, slay each myth, Resounding waves haste this demise. Emerges there, in Heavens eerie illumination, This creature freed of self damnation, Cleansed, purified, once more this mortal, rejoicing, supplicating, as thunders roar, Release! , All encompassing, sensual respite, Forward!, Creature pure, clean and bright. Yet, Longingly I cling to shoreline, bound, Mesmerised, by life's cacophony of sound. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 10:06 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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"A CLEANSING. ..."