“Primal Cry”
by Melanie Dorsey
Some days I want to run away
Escape into tomorrow
To what I hope are better days
Put away the bread of sorrow.
An end to images and voices
And chilling disbelief
Accepting what I feared imagine
Spirit prayer for some relief.
Truly understanding
There is no one but You
With naked soul and quivering lip
Not run away, but to.
To the highest place
My feet can climb
To the deepest sea
Where I am blind.
Whether in the sun
Or darkest blue
My primal cry
Will be for You.
(photo by Linda Charlene)

