The fresh hell
of new grief and mistakes
rains down heavy
Water turns to steel
shredding old wounds
Despair digs in
hauling me under
I reach through the muddy current
for one last lifeline
And the sound surrounds me
The drum’s heartbeat pulses through me
Each beat
a new breath
The guitar’s wail
morphs
into a low mellow rail
laying down a path out of hell
Brass notes soar
and I sing and scream along
letting each note
each word
stitch me back together
Until the last chord leaves me
back in the real
encased
in a temporary armor
by Christina Lynn Lambert
My latest poem was inspired by my nearly finished work in progress, Tiger’s Last Chance, a paranormal romance in my Stranger Creatures series. In this story, the main character, Sean, is a recovering alcoholic and music is his lifeline when things get too intense for him to bear. In the beginning of the story, he travels from Texas to the fictional town of Great Oaks, Virginia to help Detective Nikki Jackson with an off-the-official record kind of investigation and ends up falling hard for the detective. But he can go back to Texas and forget about her, right?