Darkness surrounds my being and a lamp is within reach.
Hopelessness consumes me and I know where to go for release.
Powerlessness claims my existence when I have all the strength I need.
Death overtakes my garden, I watch it wither and plant no new seeds.
The tide is rising and I am still at ground level, not yet ascending the cliff.
Lightning strikes all around me and under a tree I sit.
The snake approaches and I do not move though I have time before it arrives.
The tornado is in the distance, the cellar’s within reach, yet I do not go inside.
What is it within me that does not move and allows disaster’s regular entry?
When will I break the pattern that for so long has defined me?
I sit alone, a drink in my hand, life as I know it I’m pondering.
Staring at a screen of written words wondering where they are going.
If I pause too long the words will no longer continue to flow.
Guess that would make the enemy happy, less of my world you will know.
Less I will know…
I don’t want to live this way. I never really have.
Cuffs and chains are upon me binding me to my past.
Shackles on my feet prevent movement forward.
All the while, I have a key, a hammer, and a sword.
I could break free at any time, yet I continue to consume this liquid.
Why can’t I just let it go and finally begin to live?????