what a year
fan swirling the proverbial
not a pretty picture
all in black
the canvas covered
with no glimpses of light
chakras hidden
from root to the crown
darkness galore
from self inflicted abyss
to rock bottom
desecrated by actions and thoughts
fear guilt shame
some anger of Self
awakening from a nightmare of horrors
when asked how he got from Tibet to India
the Dalai Lama responded
"one step at a time"
my own path has been been burdened
heavy weights on my shoulders and mind
dragging me down
torn hiking boots
with barely a sole
yet hoping for soul and salvation
laces tangled
still struggling
unpolished dust
shackling desperation
gift of being down and out
present of recovery
presence change
another chance of redemption
the chains of being
are loosening
a miracle
what a year it has been
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2024
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