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

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