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There’s this little light, and it spreads.
My heart rate rises –hope beats for a second.
Then, the walls close in, trees bend to frighten,
Branches scrape chalkboards.
But, a stream in the woods is lit, though it’s a haunted ink-sky;
Waters sigh, circle ’round ankles,
Feet balance on rocks, pebbles of every size.
Sliding on wet rocks as we wade in the stream;
Above it’s madness, the ‘sleepy hollow bridge.’
Caws of the ravens, swipe of the sickle swift;
Treading the stream as sunlight seeps in;
It’s okay to breath.
Then, the dank closes in, no comprehension,
The rush of water drowns.
The stream rises over thighs, waist;
It murmurs and shouts, trickles higher; the ravens’ caws grate.
Blue veins, a map on my wrist pulse,
I can’t make sense, I’m not sure why?
The macabre swirling of truth converges–
Yet, for a second that little light beams still.
Desperate hands tread water, reach for an intangible shore;
The horseman closes in.
Amidst flaws, discouraging murmurs, I struggle to be,
To tread despite the undertow.
I’m trembling sick as the stream converges,
Fierceness lost, lack of clarity, ignorance weighted on all sides.
I’m stuck in muddy banks, murmured words —
Blindness as the stream swallows, the sickle sweeps.
Clarity and stability must reside,
But more words scratch, prickly-pear bushes, and poisoned ivy.
If a little light can’t climb into the recesses of my mind,
I’ll collapse, I’ll tumble into instability, the recesses of night —
No sunshine to shimmer.
Sinner I be, lost in the hollow woods,
Or perhaps, Alice in the worst Wonderland.
But if I hold onto effulgent light,
To a serene dawn, that light radiates marvellous.
Let me wander that shallow stream,
I can’t swim the deeps now.
Leave vitriol, misunderstandings,
For when my hands can tread.
For when the horseman has been bested,
His sickle bent and ruined.
When the stream isn’t flooded and the recesses of loss,
Have become a pathway lit again by little lights.
For not one alone has to prove themselves,
Judgement is for all, those lost in the woods.
And those who wake on shore,
A little breath of light remaining,
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