In Search of Me
On a cold, summer day
in a desolate, dry land
deserted by a forest who thought too highly of itself
to be associated with such a place
Travailing on a journey
what I'd like to call 'My Wilderness Experience'
without knowing in which direction I should travel
looking back, remembering, yet perplexed
with the inability to see from whence the journey began
In pursuit of the promise
an existence flowing with hopes and dreams realized
My perseverance is plagued with disparity
The day seems dark and the night traps the star's light
allowing its illumination to be arrested on its descent to earth, Jupiter, and Mars
I scream
No one comes, no echo, the sound is swallowed by the cracks in the surface of
fear
My heart beats with thumps of indignation
the blood thins in my veins
My tongue and lips are joined as one
in a plot of sweet revenge
My mind begins to sunder
into plains and valleys
Chimerical to the naked eye
Humorous to the haughty
Continuing my journey while contemplating, anticipating, my long awaited arrival.
Copyright © Rosalind Shavers | Year Posted 2007
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