The Spirit Broken.

The spirit broken in the crashing
light of anger,
Lies fallen as a wounded animal.

And darkness gathers round
the burdened soul….
until the twilight comes.

It enters as a lifting thing,
and anger leaves upon
its crazy wings…

It soars into a nothing-ness.
And life returns again.

Kristine Byrne, 22 June 2018
The Embalmed Forest. Max Ernst 1933