Saturday, April 23, 2016

NPM 2016: Day 23 {Siren}


Siren
April 17, 2016


Some storms, they say,
come without thunder,
without lightning to brighten the sky.
They are dimmed rage,
quieted fury,
cresting in the clouds passing by.

You are woken before daylight
to witness the angry heavens
and instantly feel the urge to move.
And in a moment every failure
is revived within your body
like a disturbed beast with something to prove.

You feel the waking animal
beating like a drum,
roaring like a song inside your chest.
It is electric,
it is fire,
it is a siren that will not rest.

Outside the window
the storm is drawing closer
from a long-neglected horizon.
You wonder where to run to,
which path might set you free,
or if it's the one you've already chosen.

If you must shift
between here or there
will you break or will you bend?
If you must move,
to find life outside the storm,
will that motion contract or expand?
If you survive
beyond the storm
will you be silent or find the will to speak?
Will you find your freedom
by fighting off this darkness
or just escape it by being too weak?

There is an answer
waiting like a shadow
to be discovered on the other side.
You can run for what's waiting,
or turn away from its meaning,
but such a storm will not let you hide.

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