Wrestling the night
ragged
fringed
fire light
twisting
turning
churning
it’s a roiling thing
this toiling hymn I sing
scratching every surface
just to feel
my own pulsing blood race
to know
just to show
I’m still alive
I’m still
dear God
I’m still
wrestling the night
~KendraLynn 3/23/19 ©
Photographer unknown. Titled on Pinterest as “Wrestling the Night”, so this poem ensued.
Kendra Lynn 