Sitting in Michael's Lap
This flowed so well I had to read it twice ...
Many great moments here -- a few of my favs:
the frozen melancholy
which grips tightly
in the crevices
(though I wouldn't have used "grips, personally)
Balm the turbulent turmoil
chattering in my mind,
~the churning of the past~
Great stuff here, Chris ... but to be honest, I am praying that your cleansing ends soon and that your pen gets the chance to sing happier tunes ...
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest