Like Sunlight / Doubt

Seventy percent of my body is water.

A weather system wound

In splices and shanks and reefs

Through the intricate maps of my vessels.

Somewhere (in there)

A storm

- A swarm of confusion

Bursts like black-bodied beetles,

Beads hailing hard

From a broken bracelett, snapped

Like glass and blotting stations

Leaving

Question marks.

All because

One beetle went north

And one beetle went south,

A whole nation

Of knighted-beetles must

(Kick up a flight and)

Fight.

Armed in armour and equipped

With Captain-Hook's steel fingers

They voyage through my viens

Because two of their number

Parted ways. As if

We could all be the same.

In these moments

When the insects argue,

Incessantly injecting the subjuntive

Into my blood, I become

This sceptic drenched

In the precipition of the nations,

With all the world's condemnation,

Frustration, tipped upon me.

I just don't understand.

But then the beetles

Are evaporated away in a flood

Of assurance from the sun

Perhaps, and I remember

How I used to doubt

And I wait upon that doubt again-

It will feed me, mould me,

Break me, make me,

Needed like the water I drink for breakfast,

Filtering through my vessels

Like sunlight into leaves.

I hope you like this poem in one way or another. It's theme is doubt and its metaphors had taken a while for me develop - it's very hard to portray the feelings that go on inside! Please do read and review and also I don't know what to call it - hence the two possible titles. I am yet to work out how to break the stanzas properly, so that is what the lines are for, sorry about that because I know it interupts the flow...

Anyway

Thanks for reading,

Aomera x