A Light Unto the Storm

Reaching out I do try to grasp
Some comfort within this whirling gas.
The anxious cloud at times roams free
Calling her, desperately, home I plea.

My words break through the habits doors
Penetrate ceilings walls and floors.
The past no match for desperate cries
Relaxing open my body lies.

Through the portals visions come.
The mind now quiet warming sun.
Enraptured in a simple truth;
Tender loving words now soothe.

The mind wants to give thanks and praise
But words merely enhance-ing the haze.
Reflecting, simply, feelings graced
Stirring a newfound grateful face.

Not like the one created in gas
Not like the one that comes to mask.
Formless, faceless, nameless cast
Upon the receptive mask-less mass.

No longer reaching outward forms.
No more grasping hallow doors.
Casting gazes backwards born
A light unto the wild storm

Links: [1] (https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4i4q0k/coming_undone/d2x00th) 2