Ok, bad work day yesterday. I need to remind myself to never ever think that things can't get worse because they always can. Also that even when they're getting worse, eventually something will get better.
Between Trapezes
Two and a half years
Between trapezes
Letting go is hard
Enough
But then to hang
Wait for the next
On faith
When you can't see your way
After a while you aren't
Flying through the air
But falling
Falling
And screaming inside
Free fall
For hours
Days weeks years
In the company of angels
Letting go
Calls the angels
I dreamt of angels
Falling in a black void
And after a while
You don't want to fall anymore
And you understand
Those who end it
It takes great strength
To hold on to the idea
That it will end.
Two and a half years
And suddenly my hands are solid
Not falling
Swinging
Joy wells up
My mind is freed
From the hard work
Of falling and screaming
And I am swinging in the air
Safe
Color is back
Sensation
Sound
Music
Taste
Food melts in my mouth
Who would not be manic?
Solstice, 2005
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