** For all those who have been "there" and survived ... one day at-a-time. **
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(Journal ~ February 11, 2005) Lonely?? The loneliness is beyond expression The most monstrous variety of regretful solitude imaginable THE moment, no thunder or lightning or crushing surf Just a heavy, drifting, silent snow in the night A hospital bed, my cell, but the prison inside ... terrifying The frozen white fairies drift down through a triangle of street light And all I can do is count them ... minutes-to-hours, hours-to-days Paralyzed by the categorical certainty that I'm dying Though I know with every fiber that I'm NOT, anxiety says otherwise Makes me FEEL otherwise, to the point of terror The arms of canvas jacket tied behind me matter not For I can not move so much as my gaze Focused on the hypnotic dance of flakes in lamp light I've been here before, sadly, each time worse Praying for the glow of morning and the smidgen of hope it carries For the dream of this monster releasing its stranglehold But this is day one ... of countless others There is naught but the dark specter of it intensifying And the horrifying knowledge that this is only ... The beginning. ~ 5th Place ~ in the "Going Deep Within An Emotion" Poetry Contest Sheri Fresonke Harper, Judge & Sponsor.
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