Beneath the cloak.
as words are spoken
and internalises the
empty echo, becoming
Unseen, unheard beneath
a cloak of invisibility.
Peering out from the
dark cold empty space,
the world appears to have
A brave act to visualise a soul onto the page,
to transform the lustrous rage,
harder still, to step out and engage,
to gratefully accept and happily take.
To be seen when all darkness has consumed,
Living has been resumed,
if I can let go and let myself bloom
In the privacy of a neutral room.
Karen Hayward ©2015.