Catharsis

It took the bursting of a dam
to quench the thirst of the land.
A crescendo, which deafens
only to restore and bring forth
the audibility of dreams,
builds in a year's abiding

Like a mad vision
which tells the truth, however distorted,
the symphony comes to a climax,
and leaves the audience to pick up the pieces
of their shattered souls.
Woven melodically together
they shuffle home to heal.

Dreams often bear the kernel of nightmare,
but just as the clouds grow to their most foreboding,
the rain falls giving life to the earth once more

The Demons

The Demons,
clever and diabolically ingenious,
have insinuated once more
into my mind

Their outer aspect,
the countenance of terror,
has changed since our last encounter with each other.

All the same,
I call upon the Power
from within.
That sorcery,
which remains mine to choose,
through faith most primordial,
is stronger than any demon.

Although I must turn outwardly
to the aid of foreign bodies,
the saving Power
comes ultimately
from within