At the beginning

Confusion roiled
Clouds of anger fulminated
In rising angst
Scudding in haste
Across the empty void
The sky could not contain
The bewilderment
Creativity paled
And crept to hide
Cowering in mystification
Love did not hold its anchor
Drifted, then rusted through neglect
But in the darkness, resurrection
The confidence of life
Green stalk bursting through
Creativity uncurled
And rose in splendour
Her tongue unloosed
She sang
Not for the other, but herself

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By badgerslabyrinth