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When I reached the edge of the abyssal night,
in plain view of the condensation of stars,
when "us" was impossible
to carry rolled in my school backpack,
and it all became a fact,
 without step back,
the conversion of yesterdays
 closed in my bones,
It no longer mattered how I felt about
 my crowning 
 that fetus in a beaten belly,
helplessly birthing
into a deafening white noise...

When all is set and done 
there is a crossing,
 at the bottom of a creek
into yet another unreal future.

 I'm about to take a leap
into the unknown
into the void remotely
writing you a poem.


Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 11/11/2019 12:06:00 PM
I am with Ann below. This poem is incredible in its depth, there is a sorrow filtered in among these words and it seems like something is breaking, a wall is collapsing forming a pile of rubble to navigate at the end. This was really deep.
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Roxane Aristy
Date: 12/17/2019 7:40:00 AM
Thank you Chris!
Date: 11/11/2019 10:54:00 AM
No. Don't. Unroll it. Put it back. Take it back. It belongs to you. Let no one make your choices. Let no one except you accept your life and all that it will be. Hugs for your day. Blessings and better moments strung together in a string worth wearing. A power write, by an excellent poet. Ann
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Roxane Aristy
Date: 12/17/2019 7:27:00 AM
You are right Ann, each one of us must learn to face our individual challenges. When I wrote this poem, drug addiction had crippled my young adult children, my grandchildren were babies and my mother was in her late 90's. I had to leave my job and be present for all. Finances crumbled, Mental Health system was broken, I felt I was in the middle of a tsunami on small boat with all my love ones in it. It was dark, cold, damped and the threat of death increasingly pounding. I had to take a leap of Faith carrying in my heart the end of my mother's life, the maddening grip in my children's life, the tenderness and innocence of my grandchildren. I had to jump into the deeper waters of Faith, somehow carrying them all It sounds like suicide, but it was a leap of Faith into higher Consciousness.