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Buried alive…in a catacomb of thoughts.

Questions, regrets, hopes & insults…

Swarming around like bats.

 

Trapped…by an avalanche of memories.

Good times, bad times, dreams & nightmares…

Suffocating like train smoke.

 

Impossible to sift through,

Impossible to dig safely.

Yet you must,

So you do.

 

Through the waterfalls of yesterday,

I find my purchase.

‘Get a grip!’ yells a voice,

somewhere from the caverns.

 

Anchoring myself with the rope of today,

Digging carefully with tools of focus,

I climb, shutting out all those taunts…

Those dark subconscious laughs,

Those distracting repeats of trivia…

 

And I climb…

 

Twisting, turning, spiralling,

I keep my grip on today.

Concentrating on the task of hand,

The reality at light’s end.

 

I may be washed asunder by nightmares,

Buried under the weight of my own psyche,

Hell, my harness on sanity could break,

From excessive wear & tear…

 

But I still climb.

 

My creative torch-light still shines,

Good deeds motivate & sustain me.

Fellow, familiar climbers help me on my travels…

Yes…I know their faces.

I know them.

 

They always help me climb.

 

It’s dark this place.

Every single day.

But I still see the light at the end.

And how far I’ve come.

 

So I’ll keep climbing.

Hanging on to today…

And reaching for tomorrow.

 

By D.C. Wood (13.04.2015)



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