Jet-Stream

sunsetbins

Jet-stream, sail into the sunset,

fly my dreams to hidden clouds;

take these broken pieces with you,

bury them in umber shrouds.

Soar past bands of razor-memories,

slice through liquid gold refined;

find a place where happy endings

leave the hounds of hell behind.

Breaking Through

The Breakthrough was breathtaking in its

unexpected triumph;

its mysterious arrival threw

Darkness to the curb

in a show of superiority rarely seen

in her years of travail.

She hadn’t known that

Breakthrough, by necessity,

required Breaking;

it was this Brokenness

that had forced her face into

all the corners where

filth of failure

and cobwebs of compromise

had woven their deep magic

over her soul.

And oh, how she fought!

Her marrow resisted the broken pieces

and Denial’s wooing almost won her over;

but here,

on her knees,

she sees the way Through

that the Breaking redeemed.

Her tears rinse the decay

as her soul stirs,

cracks the chrysalis,

and Breaks Through to

dance in the

Light.