METAMORPHOSES

Screen Shot 2016-08-26 at 12.48.17

Changing currents,
currently,
body and soul converging
concurrently,
control lost to illusion;
divinity divining,
dividing delusion
directing hands of fate
or falling me from faith
body leaning in
bending to all beckoning
Was it I
who let go
of love’s hand
or had fate decided so?
Was there a choice,
considered
consecrated
a confession
would I,
could I be called up for blame?

In letting go,
I fell to freedom,
funny
how freedom drops you,
seemingly untangled,
from the knot undone
and I come undone,
at a loss,
undefinable
or redefined?
Partially salvageable, this time.

Selfishness slipping into single state
celibate, (sold a lot)
with no one to consider, 
to hold,
to cherish, 
to love.
What is love
when you lay alone?
Where does love lay
when you are alone?
Alone,
love is where there are no more lies.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “METAMORPHOSES

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s