Sunday, April 10, 2011

And then night falls

I've come so far,
seeking the living waters,
only to find the way
hopelessly blocked.
Stumbling through the dry bones
of wasted effort
and broken promises,
I am too tired even to give myself
permission to stop.
Bruised and broken,
I struggle through the brush
until I fall, blocked on every side.
I can smell the salt water,
hear the waves,
feel the breath of fog upon my cheek --
but still I cannot see --
and then night falls.

2 comments:

Maureen said...

Beautifully written, Diane. I find the words deeply meaningful (they speak so well to how I've felt).

drw@bainbridge.net said...

Thanks, Maureen.

It's amazing how hard it is to even give myself permission to articulate the struggle; harder still to allow it to end in darkness -- the pressure to rush the happy ending is so strong...