Wednesday, June 1, 2016


As I read the pages
of a forgotten journal
each line becomes
an ax
     that grows
         and chops the
world away from tight around me.

My thoughts had stayed
dormant for so long
in the ice of the past

Now one hand up over the other
rising to my wet feet
the numbing slush reluctantly lets go.
Thoughts and dreams
and monsters and
the long dead loved ones
all climb back out
from the forgotten abyss
No longer banished to that place beyond
and out of reach.
I stand there straining
and peering into that deep chasm.
There, a single wiggling light
at the bottom far below
drawn to that reflection and a me
that was then.

We lock eyes

and we're off.

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