Bruise

The sound of perfect silence

Still flow of charcoal sky above,

shimmer steeping like sprinkled cinnamon in my coffee mug

In search of guidance from something above or below, from outside or inwards

I surrender my knees to  Mamma Earth

I hope they bruise

Red, purple, green it used to be so simple as a kid

Now heart and brain yield their swords,

two Gods in one home

but the heart is winning now, her singing led me to this moor

My eyes feel, skin hears, my ears pulse

I can smell iron upon my tongue and taste it in the depths of nostrils’ caves

Yet I can’t see…

I stretch these tired limbs above and below, outside and inwards in the see of charcoal

desperate for something to hold

My heart screams: ”Release me forevermore!”