Like Jacob and his deeper daimon
all Night struggling
until at dawn the Angel
relents, dissolving
into Morning Light
Nightmares bubbling
up from our unconscious lives
Banging at the door of Awakening
discomfort born of Resistance
a story to hear, a complaint to file
the hidden Tenant
of our innermost Basement
The cost of civil Disobedience
Was it an Angel Jacob,
or was it just a nightmare
you wrestling with a deeper
more numinous part of yourself?
Was it just a nightmare Jacob?
Is there a difference?
Personal experience tells me it’s just jacob. Trust me on this.
I was hoping you’d enlighten me, Jacob..!
Beauty <3
I’ll go ask my husband!
But kidding aside–a wicked strong poem, Kiki. Keep up the great work!
Thanks Melissa! Your husband has given me some insight into his namesake…!
If it’s wrestling with demons you guys are after, I am definitely your man.
I Know!! š !