There are times our trauma rips open the sky, refusing to listen
to reason, taking our faith along the jagged edge,
with knives ready, yet we still seek the colors
in our light.
Surprised, we are drawn to the rose tattoos, blue
in the hair and loud guitars. Refusing
to accept the despair or another
tired sermon we grasp
the concert lights
and rock on
in the raw power
that we are not alone
and we’re not gonna die
Note: These guitars are very loud. Please be careful with the volume. However, I find the words incredibly encouraging and somehow the raw power fits beautifully. By the way, Jen Ledger is one of the best drummers you will find anywhere.
Poetry and Photo © Copyright 2018, ancient skies, Emerald jewelry by unknown artist, music by Skillet, fans of Skillet call themselves – panheads!