–…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.
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?
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