Please

What a terrible darkness has fallen in the midnight of my soul. I walk a valley. I crawl a valley. I lay in the pitch black on my back hidden in the tall grass. Invisible. Broken. Weeping. Seeing only the stars above and crying out to them for mercy.

Awakening

Water spray on your face. Blackness. Salt in your mouth. Sounds echoing around. Blackness. And then movement. Sight? Blurs… Slowly they resolve to blues and grays. Water? Sand? A sense of self lags behind sight. You become aware that you don’t know who you are. You become aware that you don’t know where you are….

Setting Sail Again

It is autumn again. I spent the year lost at sea. I’m waking now. Having finally broken free from the island and its lady that held me. Calypso, your singing enchanted me, your beauty captivated me, but love is never gained forever without the kind of freedom you do not yet know.

Fall

I fell withered to the floor And laid there forever more Seasons come and seasons go Leaves blow across the window I thought me dead How could I know? With words unsaid I let me go

Trauma’s Cradle

Here is another poem from my journal that I wrote years ago: I saw darkness spread beyond its gates And flow into the world of light. I saw pain descend from its perch And cover the lands of peace. I saw evil spread its wings And stretch its shadow over us all. I saw all…