Below the surface
There is much that swims below the placid surface,
deep creatures seeking release,
hungry for prey below the wave-less water;
some so deep they are never seen,
getting stronger because hidden from view,
some so buried that they sleep forever,
disturbed only by that one ‘thing;’
the event that brought them to birth.
Crimes of passion,
acts flowing from deep pain,
understated in mundane affairs,
like a mighty earthquake when aroused
leaving ruins in its wake.
Danger and harm can flow form the heart,
where do we find healing and release (?),
until that happens our world of pain will endure,
as one by one our inner rages come forth,
perhaps to amazement and unending grief.