Pit Stop

Parked off road So suddenly unfamiliar Keys in the dark On the seat beside me Sitting in silence Surrounded by demons Dressed in robes Sewn in threads of sins past Woven with accumulative wrongful Steps out of conscience Suddenly aware of the cross road The dark deepens As I sink into Self Centering into the pit Somewhere below my rib cage Anchored into tightening abs Holding thus I delve into circling emptiness Seeking desperately for ancestral comfort Is it too late Are they together in their silent condemnation Alone I turn further inward Seeking and slowly sensing solid core Each slow breath builds and strengthens And as resolve and resolution rebind The generations throb in my head I sit in cold sweat on a hot Summer’s night Reaching for the keys With trembling hands Back from easy Hell To start On the high road Doing it the hard way Again