Sunset storm over the Rockies: Photos by Noelle
Fiery warrior
Sweat covered face
Bitter salt in mouth
Broken
Broken
Again and
Again
Dirt in nails
Bloodied thighs
Will not break!
Broken
Broken
Again and
Again
Thirsty for more than water
Desperate for more than home
Bags of tricks all gone
Broken
Broken
Again and
Again
Spirit crushes there is only gnashing
Sprirt tears away there is only wrapping
Spirit loves and venom comes spitting
Broken
Broken
Again and
Again
Broken
Nothing left, such tragic weeping
Confusion consumes a rotted mind
Broken
Broken
Again and
Again
Bleeding out old stories
Quiet, a battlefield stretcher
Blindness and fear pool in the dirt
Broken
Broken
Again and
Again
Love, a silent dawn
Sleeping, an old hound at the feet
Reliable, loyal, persistent as the sun
Fiery warrior
Sweat covered face
Only salt in mouth
Rising
Rising
Again and
Again
Not dead, just empty
Not lost, just arrived
Not broken
Not broken
Again and
Again
Meditation Travelogue 
Gave me the sense of one climbing. Nicely done.
Lovely. I was trying to give that feeling of climbing out of a hole.
loved all the repetition in this poem – good rhythm to your words
You write beautifully, my friend, so I take this as quite the compliment. Blessings to your day.
Not broken, rising. I love it. The pain and beauty of growth.
You rarely see the beauty when you are in it, but isn’t it amazing how extraordinarily beautiful we are as we look back at the death of our old selves?
This person is stronger than I!
I doubt it. Everyone has a warrior brewing in their belly…..