A Journey

I’ve been thinking
Slipping and tripping on the wrong things.
My mind, spiraling out of control at the worse thoughts.
Cascading and descending to the darkest recesses.

Deeper.
Darker.
Daunting.
Depressing.

Unrelenting fears of what could one day be.
Truthfully fearful of never having what could have been.
Never-ending in my self-torment of regret and indecision.
Countless moments wasted for chances so worthless.

Slowly.
Slyly.
Solemn.
Somber.

Reaching for the freedom of my own self-doubt.
Clamoring for the edge of my own salvation.
Scaling for the cliff of my own imposed restrictions.
Climbing for the peak of my own self-actualization.

Living.
Loving.
Leisurely.
Lividly.

The light on the other side of fear shines so bright.
Like the candle miles away in consuming darkness.
Hope is a strange teacher in the worst of conditions.
Reminding you which way is down before you can come up.

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