Winds of Change
The maelstrom is rapidly approaching
As the ominous gray clouds portend.
We do not know the havoc to be wrought
When those winds of change descend.
Waves of transformation crash upon us,
Causing devastation and unending pain.
Crawling through a black labyrinth as
Desperation sets in, feeling quite insane.
We sink into a black hole of hopelessness
Devoid of breath, consumed by fear.
We cry out in the vacuum of space,
But does anybody out there hear?
They say advice is what we ask for
When we cannot make a choice.
When we face our darkest days,
We struggle within to find our voice.
We will find our way back to the light,
Like a gypsy moth drawn to the flame.
But we will never quite be the way we were,
For nothing in life ever stays the same.
Colleen M. Breuning © 2010
December 4, 2010
This poem was written for Blogophilia, a writing group that originated on Myspace. I am posting it after the fact to get some practice over here on WordPress.
Blogophilia 40.3 Topic: “The Way We Were”
(Hard, 2pts): complete the phrase “Advice is what we ask for….”
(Easy, 1pt): include the word ‘insane’
Final date to post: December 7, 2010 GMT Midnight.
No picture given for secret bonus points this week.
We’re supposed to guess based on the topic, so here goes…
SECRET BONUS POINTS:
Barbara Streisand, Robert Redford, Misty water colored memories,
light the corners of my mind, evergreen, winds of change, crazy,
scattered in the wind.