Like a cathedral’s soaring vault
Outside my window tree branches arch
Forming my sanctuary roof
Green as summer.
Here inside my writing room
Quiet and cool invites my muse
Leaving world and strife behind
Perhaps I can escape.
But not today.
I cannot rest in solitude
When cries of anger, pain and fear
Pierce my self-centered peace.
I have no healing words to write
Only love wrung out of me
To fling into communal scream
What will become of us?
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A moving sharing of existential anxiety!
There is no escape. An honest piece on today’s humanity.
Thanks for your thoughtful comment.
Expresses our feelings exactly. How to respond creatively somehow, not just react……that’s what tortures me.
Good comment Eileen. Thanks.
Thanks. Existential anxiety captures what I feel.
You created an atmosphere with it.
A wonderful way to express our feelings!
Lovely comment, Lynn. Thanks. ❤