Lead Me To Life!
Two nebulous,
opaque,
immeasurable chasms
lay before me.
Instincts
overpowered
by the shouts
and whispers
of others.
Struggling
to quiet
the outside clamor.
My inner voice
is tangled
within the static.
Straining to
distinguish the two.
Looking down
from the edge of the cliff.
Vertigo engulfs me.
The abyss
is filled with
razor sharp,
jagged edges.
The other side
is so obscure.
Thick fog.
A mystical mirage.
Particles of time
propelling.
Catapulting.
Each fallen grain
thundering across my soul.
Quaking my entire being.
Echoing.
Reverberating.
Anxiety. Anguish.
Butterflies
morphing into Dragons.
Living. Breathing.
Taking residence.
Complete possession.
Terrain crumbling,
beneath my feet.
Only traces of dust remain.
I shudder.
Staggering on the tightrope.
Pivoting on tip toes.
Teeter-tottering.
My hand quivers
as I attempt to draw a line
in the collapsing sand.
Dreaming
for an epiphany.
20/20 Foresight.
I’m blinded.
Close my eyes.
Jump.
Believe!
Freefall.
Trust!
Envisioning
wings or a net.
Plunge
through the darkness.
Locate
the shaft of illumination.
Take my hand
and show me the way.
Lead me to Life!
Living. Breathing. Loving.
Nancy L. Baskin Michlin
February 25-26, 2015
Poem #393
