I turn every which way and all I see is darkness,
The trees hold my secrets, my freedom within their dense foliage.
I breathe.. ragged gasping breaths...lips cracked and dry......my heart racing.
Before me a path that is treacherous and almost impossible to negotiate.
Behind me the road I seek to avoid.. my journey so far one of false promises and illusion.
I curl up on the cold dank earth of the forest floor and my tears fall.. bitter angry tears that flow unbidden.
Curled like a foetus, alone and scared... small insignificant figure seeking comfort with nature.
I wrap my arms around myself.... swallowing the panic that threatens to engulf me.
The wounds of life experience seeping through their flimsy dressings.
Festering and raw.... patched and patched yet still they smart and weep.
Wounds that no doubt would have healed long ago.. and yet I pick them still...
Preventing me from seeing the beauty all around me, transfixed by the abyss that is never far away.... powerful is its allure.
Brief, stolen moments of happiness overshadowed by blackness.
Seeking solace through others.... in a vain attempt to avoid myself.
I lift my tear stained face and grit my teeth in resolve.
The passage through the forest awaits me.
To turn back now would be to destroy oneself .. this life is for living and it is woefully short.
The path ahead offers no guarantees... but the real magic lies in the unknown.
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Author:
Camille (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2017 09:40
- Category: Reflection
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oh this is a wonderful story Camille
I hope your feeling good, doing well
write on. ww
Thanks ww.. c x
Wonderfully written and expressed loved this poem
Thanks tony...c x
Welcome
At some time in our lives we all need to take that trip through the forest. For the longest time I could not,see it for the trees. Enjoyed.
thank you... I see the way now cx
Thank you for this...This blew me away and reminds me that i am not alone. That so many of us are in the same place but yet we don't know or see. It's good to not be alone, even when you are alone. If that makes sense. Thank you again. Now i have to go paint lol This moved me.
We are never alone in our misery.. someone has always walked ib out shoes before ..
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