Momentum
Fear pulls me downward
sinister thoughts creeping
in corners of my dark mind
gripping tight, talons sharp
as I bleed from the inside out
and rail to the heavens in rage
from the depths of an anguished soul.
Passion pushes me onward
parting a veil of diaphanous desire
satin hush, silken touch
the scent and taste of love
as the glorious sun glows
in effervescent rainbows
shining the light on my path.
Hope coaxes me upward
picking up the broken pieces
scattered amongst wayward leaves
a cool breeze permeates my skin
its soft kiss upon my cheek
determination coursing through my veins
as I break through the force field again.
Momentum carries me forward
out of a forlorn past
through hot burning coals
blistered feet, hot searing pain
leading to a tropical oasis
where I can frolic in the green
cool raindrops upon my tongue.
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2021
November 8, 2021
This post was written for the Instagram group Her Growth Collective @hergrowthcollective. The topic for the week for 11/11/2021 is “Momentum.”
Momentum is defined as the strength or force that something has when it is moving. It is also the strength or force that allows something to continue or to grow stronger or faster as time passes. I believe that the momentum in our lives can be generated both internally and externally. Sometimes we have the energy, desire and impetus to make positive changes in our lives. Other times, we simply roll with the waves and are forced to change, lest we sink and drown.
For me, many things have affected my life’s momentum. Fear, passion and hope are recurring themes that have carried me through and allowed me to change the direction of my life. Reflecting on this topic helped me to write my poem “Momentum” on the plane ride back home from my son’s wedding. Life is good, keep the momentum going!
xoxo Colleen
Mood: Reflective
Inspiration: “Push the Sky Away” by Nick Cave
Colleen Keller Breuning 
Riffing Colleen’s “The Magical Journey”
I used to assume your dark side was somewhat of a selective persona on display,
brought to light (so to speak) when your beads and trinkets scattered to the floor.
With each solar ray to a field, another fractal fades, for time no longer, to display
and I realize, this is who you are, and not a game, (but no one is keeping score.)
Michael Todd (2021)
Oh I so love your riffs, my friend!!!!!
I am shades of dark and light, all mixed together with magical beads and trinkets. Sometimes scattered on the floor, sometimes flying high in the sky….
Sending lots of hugs your way! 🙂