When something you think you know you believe
is then pulled like a carpet
out from under your feet and
you are left floating in a never ending darkness,
trying to find your feet,
trying to find a path in the light at the
end of the tunnel that never appears.
How to find a new way…
a new thought process to take you
out of the old dust and into a bright shiny place…
Where is this place and how do I get there?
Does it exist?
Where is my heart?
Where is my soul?
Why can I not feel my pulse?
How to get it moving again …
I’ve heard you can’t wait around for inspiration…
but what if the giant bush
before the light is too thick to get through?
How will I make it through?
How will we make it through?
How?
I love this poem because it addresses a universal issue. We have all had doubts and needed to find our way. Well said.
Thanks Fran! Actually after this month’s posts and checking out the wonderful work that we are doing as a whole, I was so happy to receive some answers to my questions, from you and other contributors! Of course art, and self expression are the ways to get through the dark times = ) Thank you for your words and your post, take care.