The cawing of the raven

My soul scarred—wounded...
caressed with sandpaper
How i want to cradle it
Embosom it with cashmere
Anoint each scar with almond oil
Than hide it safely in a velvet-lined box

But life resists, distracts me,
like a tempest it rains down on me.
Cold drops of rain cling in their cold embrace ,
while the wind lashes me ferociously

Numbness slowly proliferating my awareness
a still lake in a desolate landscape
the cawing of a raven only emphasizes its solitude
My mind shouts a silent cry, despair seated on its wings

I'm screaming in a box dressed with cotton
It encloses me with twilight and silence
No matter how hard i push the walls
They don't yield nor move, instead they are silent

Dawn fell upon me late,
in the moment my mind yielded
I felt my bare feet touching the sandy grounds
As the rooster announced a new day .