Dryvetyme Onlyne

Nov 19 2006

Floors, Heads, Wills (and Other Hard Surfaces)

Category: Work In Progress — dryvetyme @ 4:04 pm

Stretched out,
Reaching for the stones right there in front of me,
Trying just to find the merest handhold.

Because,
If I’m ever going to leave this darkness,
Won’t I have to do it myself?

I’ve faced the gunshots
And
I’m facing the pain,
And
I know that I can’t stay where I am.

It’s just
That there’s nothing to hold onto
And no way to pull myself up.

I want
So badly to be cleansed & to walk again,
Though I’ve covered in my own sweat & blood.

I’ve faced the gunshots
And
I’m facing the pain,
And
I know that I can’t stay where I am.

My fists pound the street.
The tears flow down my cheeks.
And faster & faster does my heart beat.

I’ve gotta get out.
I need to get out.
So
I
Cry
Help!

Stretched out,
Another hand reaches for mine
And I have no clue who’s it is…

Elaine says:
November 19th, 2006 at 11:00 pm

I LOVE this…I have also caught myself in the quagmire of pain and programmed behavior too often. Your mind knows the way out, but your heart doesn’t. In that lies the journey…

“Because,
If Iâ€™m ever going to leave this darkness,
Wonâ€™t I have to do it myself?”

This is the most emotional poetry that I have read in a very long time…
kathleen says:
November 22nd, 2006 at 12:54 pm

After reading all of the poetry here one more time and then another with my 21-year old son, (by the way, Adam’s younger brother, Matt) I felt some relief. Agreeing with the other comment from Elaine, this poetry is incredibly emotional, and knowing the author even makes the emotion almost too real for me. However, this latest “addition”, found Matt being slightly inrreverent — never!– and saying he felt like he was reading a 2006 rendition of Pilgrim’s Progress. What a thought– but what an experience.