The corner
01.14.07 (8:18 am) [edit] I stand still unmoving, Trapped facing the corner I have put myself in, Again, Unending cycles yet unable to break free Bringing me over and over again to this confined space. I have been here so many tines, Stuck, Looking at the dust before me, That lies all around me, My feet, Covering the walls, My soul choking on its fine mist like particles, Leftovers from my own choices, Some free, Others not, Perhaps vestiges of freedom unused. Others unthinking reactions leading here, Always bringing me to this point. The home where my failures come to light, With its usual temptation to despair. Give up, What is the use, Why bother, One of my inner voices scream. Such nonsense, really, a coward’s way out, So easy to just sink, Become skeptical, No struggle at all to let go, To allow my own seeds of darkness to sprout forth, Hedging out all that is not death. Why not choose life, Joy, Hope, Mercy, Offered freely? So I stand, Trapped, Until I turn towards the light waiting, It’s embrace healing, Allowing me to keep my own seeds of destruction at bay, Until the day of final healing and freedom come. Cycles continue, Yet hope is ever new, Keeping the darkness and its rest at bay. |