Rolling Out Notes Poem by Margaret Alice Second

As the Snow-Queen admitted, the storm is
raging within me, the outside world forms the
screen on which I project the waves breaking
within me, burying my spirit with inexpressible
feelings - the harrowing swim in the deep sea,
tossed without a pause to breathe, the surface
such a long way off and I keep sinking -

The darkness within becomes overwhelming, the
storm isn't abating - as the origin of the hurricane
is lost, the wild winds can't stop throwing me about
on land & I drown out the sound of another's inane
laughter & tumble within the glow of these spinning
spirals left by a bass guitar rolling out notes circling
each other, my feelings circling each other also -

I need to find new thoughts of deeds and challenges
to colour my monochrome life with multi-dimensional
dreams; everything tastes stale after the grand finale
of my father's life, his Stoic forbearance as his life was
grinding to a halt - as grand as a King - all accusations
levelled against him came to naught as he was proud
and defiant and refused all help until the end -

After that adrenaline-event, taking leave of a glorious
human being with inner lights shining; routine life feels
stifling and an inner storm builds as I tumble in waves
of vague thoughts and unnamed feelings - projecting
my inner turmoil on both translations and the quiet
hours afterwards…