The Hamlet Project

Sometimes these lines line up
Exactly with my life.
Today my soul is fidgeting restlessly restlessly in this chair.
It’s straining at the multitude of restraints
That seem to hem it in.
It wants to fly out and wreck havoc
It wants to destroy –
It understands the goddess Kali now
Or any of the gods of destruction and chaos. Today, we are not attracted to the gods
Of chaotic mischief
Not the Lokis or the coyotes for me today. No, today my soul sits at the feet of the gods who will consume all before them
Who throw thunderbolts
And send floods.
There is one within here who wants to spin
And spin until she becomes a tornado
That will roll through everything around me
Upend the structures, the houses, the schedules
The way things are
Until only bits and pieces lie scattered on the fields.
I see, though, that tomorrow
I would regret those bodies strewn in my soul’s aftermath –
I would not be grateful to spend the next few years picking up those pieces
So I try to find a way to calm the raging waters til that storm has passed.