I asked for it,
and it was given;
I feel ice
and see fire with it’s dropping.
I knew a year ago,
that I needed an explosion
but I couldn’t stop
pretending,
and so a bomb was dropped.
(I am loved that much!)
After the realization
of certainty is lit
in my head
the world is moving
slow-motion and
my ears will not stop ringing
just like in the movies.
Every move beyond check mate
is pretense.
My prayer:
May I have the courage
to not bury the dead.
Life as Improv 
Oh so powerful. Marga. Wishing you much courage.
Alison
I am grateful for and accept the grace in the human form of Alison! Sending much love back your way! (seems to me that weird poetry helps me expose and work with uprising shadow:) xx m
Uprising shadow usually comes in the body for me, and then emotionally.
Your poetry – not remotely weird! xo
The only problem with getting what I ask for is that I got what I asked for. Which is, of course, also it’s greatest virtue. I wonder whether I’ll ever learn my lesson.