Wednesday, December 30, 2015

The climb

Intentionally led
Into the dark ahead
Stumbling and falling 
Grasping a rock wall
Granite tearing into the hands
Trained to heal
Fumbling searching 
For something to hold
Nails digging in crack 
Deep within 
Latching on tightly
Not with own might
Blackness a comfort
Forgetting the light
Missing the warmth
When it burns bright
Climbing much faster 
Than one can afford 
To new heights arise
Without drawing a sword 
Finding a cavern 
Deep in the rock
Somewhere to hide
A safe place to stay 
No use for the eyes 
Dark blindness you see
Size small
Room for two no more
I reach through the thickness of night
I feel the warmth
Something alive
My heart it leaps
Will I be dead?
Nightmares compounding
Thoughts in my head
Who might they be?
Why are they here?
Why would one rest in a nest full of fear?
Just then a whisper 
So out of place
" here in this place 
There's no fear only grace"
"And mercy has found you
Out here on the ledge"
I Iean into the warmth 
Taking it in
100% feeling 
Choosing to sit in
A dark place 
Deep in my mountain face

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