Empty Grip

fear grips
the illusion slips
oh maya! the mirage.
pounding sounds inside the chest
deafening the peace
war.
Blazing with steed-like lightening
crashing down into portals
remind the defeat is also victory.
Distractions pull like a force of will
and ignite nothingness.
Empty into the void I sink
and nest in muck and dirt
beneath the layers of stone and earth
into the cradle of the feminine divine.
She laughs her way into song
inside the seat of emptiness

 

© Dee Kennedy
photos Hugo Reidy