Deep Breath
Heavy Sigh
What and who am I?
Forced to stay
Inside Myself
A reason not known why.
I’m on the edge of sanity
I feel it swelling in me
I want to fight
But I’m losing my might.
…time to take a bite
…of an unfinished sandwich.
My food for thought
Thought of an old wound or two.
Revisit my inner worlds of past turmoil
Boiling up inside to say, “hello again, it’s me”
……
“Welcome to my lovely dinner prepared.
I’ll sit here, here and there.”
My altered ego’s sit and join me for conversation.
“It has been too long,” I say to me.
“Why yes,” I say back.
“How are things?”
“Not good,” I say.
“Why?”
“I feel pain again. And it just isn’t fair,” I respond.
“Pain, pain, pain?”
“Why, yes.”
“Then, let it rain, rain, rain!”
“But I want to enjoy blue skies and nature’s gifts.”
“You can still do that.”
“But it rains inside.”
“Aah, but rain will subside and then comes blue sky.
The rain must finish its thing, before the butterfly spreads its wings.”
“I think to myself, you’re right!” as I say to me. “So you mean to say, it’ll rain anyway?”
“Yes! Let it rain. Let in the blue. We all have that sense to feel it too.”
“Will I fall in a puddle and get muddy and wet?”
“Why, yes, I believe, but don’t you fret. The best of the rain is touching of the earth. A foreshadow of a rebirth.”
“But I’m not there yet.”
“Yes I know. You have only stepped outside to watch the lightening, so far.
The muddy puddle awaits you. Not as deep as the last, and you’ll be in and out real fast… maybe, maybe, I can’t tell,” myself says to me. But I have faith in your ability.
Your rubber boots that you have made, are of an excellent grade. They have kept you dry.
“Now take them off, bare your soles and have a great big cry”
By Theresa Crann
2001
