Show Me the Light

Show me the point of light at the end of this tunnel
there is always light there 
 I have been assured 
but staring hard into the blackness
 all I can see is deeper dark teasing my eyes
I know there is an end 
but I haven’t written a happy one in such a long while
 I have lost my faith
let it fall through a hole in my pocket
Now I am the doubter who needs to see the wounds
Show me the point of light
there is brightness behind me but it’s cold and casts strange shadows
 I flinch away from them
frightened of the grabbing hands seen only from the corner of my wide open eyes
Looking back dazzles me and I turn in confusion and am hobbled once more in the deepdark
Show me the light
for one step ahead is one step along
one step away from this holding space
this stuck place
Where the dank and the dark want to slow me 
drain my spirit
want me sluggish and disoriented because then
 I am easier to convince of my wretchedness
 unlovedness
aloneness
hopelessness
easier to siphon away my remaining flimsy resolve
Show me the light 
one little flicker
enough to ignite my courage
just long enough to get my bearings
to glimpse an exit
to step between the tripping, strangling roots
one more step 
one more
one more
show me
 

 

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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