At The Bottom Looking Down
...of a time of use-to-be(s)
swallowed whole by the ravenous rage of mourning
in quiet meditation, alone,
her thoughts scream in silence
deafening her to the din of her lost dreams.
But
she still hears;
she still feels;
she still yearns
for the time of hope and happiness.
Nothing can penetrate that stone wall
that surrounds her self.
That self who, small as the word 'we,'
and as large as the same,
cannot escape the truth of what is--
her imprisonment.
It follows her wherever she is taken
by the course of her life.
She is trapped inside the unknown
and the known
desperately
trying to find the path
which will lead her to freedom.
But for now, as much as she wants, she needs.
She fears the path; it is full of briers
tearing at her spirit, causing her soul to bleed.
And the stone walls rise up higher and higher
hiding her away
leaving her to lie down
at the bottom of the well
like a baby in the womb
curled inside of where
she belongs
/
/
/
/
dying.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-08-04 at 00:19
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