Life Trails

  Bitter Stagnation
On a dead end road
New Trails
Opened with a cold smooth blade

Of A different awareness
The streams trickle downward
Calm shallow breath
The curtains grow heavy
The lights dim

Set loose from bondage
Of being trapped in that shell
No longer bound by limitations
Imagination spills out and overflows

But I feel . . .

A tugging force
Grasping my hand
The new trails blocked
To take a deep breath
The curtains rise
Blinding light flickers
The realization
I am back in Hell

Property of Joy Elaine -- August 29, 2002

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