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)