Somewhere Between


By Marcia K. Leaser

February 2, 2012

                

                                 I hung by a tiny thread, alone in the darkness,

                                     the dreadful darkness

                                 My arms ached with an ache

                                     that killed my very soul - yet.. still I clung.

                                 If only I could see -

                                     if only my arms didn’t ache so.

                                 But I couldn’t see…

                                     and they did ache.

                                 I cried out into the emptiness,

                                     “Why is there no one here, but me?”

                                 The silence was intense

                                     the darkness was forever,

                                 and the pain –

                                     the awful pain, so real.

                                 But then a glow…

                                     a radiant glow appeared.

                                 The darkness ran to hide.

                                     and a hope embraced the loneliness –

                                 as the child within me began to stir…

                                     struggling for life.

                                 My heart leaped for joy

                                     as the faces surrounding me

                                 emerged from the shadows;

                                     their laughter blending with my own.

                                 Then remembering the thread,

                                     my frightened eyes searched

                                 the blue above me.

                                     and found it was gone.

                                 I don't remember letting go -

                                     yet, I had. 

                                 Somewhere between                 

                                     the glow and the laughter.       

                                 I don’t remember falling –

                                     because

                                 I’d already hit bottom

                                     when I became aware.

                                 Aware that I wanted more…

                                      so much more for myself.

                                 Then darkness, loneliness,

                                      and a tiny thread of life.

 

 

 

 

 



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