Traversing the Valley
With only a trickle of lifeblood left inside an empty lonely shell
Even rage had seized to flow from an insurmountable mountain
Of sadness into the abysmal canyon of shadows and descent
A cascade of nothing
A waterfall of void
Rapids of stagnation
Who needs a bridge when there is no path to follow the pain
No marker warning of slippery cliffs which may kill or relieve
As if there were rungs to imprint onto a mournful step ladder
The other side in vain
Crossings blocked off
A turnstile of dried tears
Rest had become a euphemism for stagnant personified motion
Peace a mocking charade sung by desiccated vultures in waiting
Delusion an anchor of unfulfilled promise and deflated surrender
A pontoon with no mooring
Blind cataracts of drift sand
Ripples on a shoreline of drought
And yet when the floodgates opened and tears moistened the shore
You told me to stay put while you collected drift wood for passage
Vowed to furnish an overpass on foundations of love and compassion
Set pebble onto pebble
Heaped hope into my heart
And bridged the gap in my soul
12th May 2020
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