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Clawing

in the silence of my mind I toil

With the grief of life and choices made

Anger, screaming, frustration and fear

Took the wheel from me

The True Me

A voice heard that was not mine

It all left

Left A void in my life still filled with brown

I’m clawing at the walls of it

Fingernails scratching and blood streaks

  Red, bright, splattered and squirmy

  Leave trails of despair

  Tiny messages painted in pure form

My head is canted up, the tunnel is long

Eyes searching, squinting and pleading

  the bright light way up there is calling me

And so I dig horizontal steps with my fingers

One after the other, I grasp each one

Right Hand first

Left foot second

and so on

When I run out of steps

I cry and I reflect and I grief all over again

Tears reflecting pools of sorrow so deep blue

Be still my mind I beg!

The still mind grabs a hold for a second or two

I sketch another horizontal step up there

I place my Left Hand

And my Right Foot

Another step and the diamonds above sparkle

The sparkle wraps around my heart

And Stills My Mind