Eyes opened wide,
but my vision is marred & dirtied
by the rough, textured masses
that surround me & darken my days.
I feel around in my blindness,
touching, probing, trying
to find a path out of this hell,
but all that I see is
whatever is there in the way.
So I sit down upon a floor,
one that pricks the skin of my hands,
as my desire for a bit of rest
is consumed by so many tiny pains.
And while just one is easily ignored,
a crowd, a throng, a host
of those irritants plagues me,
to where hurt is all I know.
Cries of turmoil are ever my refrain.
But I stand up from the earth
to push past the cylinders
upon cylinders that try to
prevent me from exiting their fray.
And though fear has gripped me
in its inky, creeping fingers,
I run with abandon, on & out
of the ruins & the darkness,
seeking to catch light’s merest ray.
APN
Copyright, 09/17/2006
September 23rd, 2006 17:32
I liked the poem. I can relate to some of it…
I really need prayers right now, even though I am not really in your life anymore.
Ashlee and Justin had the babies at 23 1/2 weeks on August 10 and Noah and Travis were baptized and went to heaven on August 12. This has been a VERY dark time for me and I am teary even as I write this. I never thought I would have to bury my twin nephews and I never thought I would have to write this. You are one of my oldest friends and I wanted you to know.
Also, my relationship with Rusty is winding down after almost four years. Great timing, but it is my idea and I am cleaning out all of the stuff in my life that no longer is good for me.
Good luck to you, you are in my prayers and I would love it if you could keep me in yours for a little while.
Of all of my dark places, this is the darkest.
-Elaine