In the Deep Heart of the Night

–…we let loose of everything –Bruce Springsteen One breathless night                         he whispers Should I be afraid? Aren’t we all, Spinning through the black               of dreams Unaware of what might land next A derecho or a fire A war outside                          raging within. Earth sheds us      before we know Who we are.                             I am holding … Continue reading “In the Deep Heart of the Night”

–…we let loose of everything
–Bruce Springsteen

One breathless night                         he whispers

Should I be afraid?

Aren’t we all,

Spinning through the black               of dreams

Unaware of what might land next

A derecho or a fire

A war outside                          raging within.

Earth sheds us      before we know

Who we are.                             I am holding on

So hard                my hands hurt.

They burn.                     So do we.

Breathe on them, baby,           while we can.

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key words:  Bruce Springsteen, night, dreams, fear

Author: Janice

A creative. Lifelong Marylander. After many odd jobs of adolescence and college, have always worked as a writer and published essays, op-eds, articles, and poetry in national news media and small presses. Collection of poetry, "Saturday at the Gym", about boxing, aging, and motherhood; collection of artwork and poetry, "What Are Mothers For?" On the verge of an empty nest for the first time in 30 years, my question is: What am I for?