Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Maze

I feel utterly alone as I traverse the dark cooridors of my mind. It's a laboryinth in here, with numerous twists and turns, dead ends, booby traps that threaten to ensnare my body and never allow me to escape. Caved in tunnels block my path and I'm forced to retrace my steps in search of a better route. Every once in a while I call out for help, my cracked voice weakly echoing back, but nobody ever comes. Deep red welts, painful memories from the past, cover my arms and chest. Some are so deep they cut into my heart, throbbing painfully with every weak beat. They open and start bleeding with the slightest provocation, forcing me to stop my journey long enough to nurse my wounds, but I always manage to pull myself together. There is no light here except the small flame I hold close to my chest, my inner light. I coddle it like a child, willing it to remain aflame. Some days it burns brightly and I courageously explore the complex maze of feelings swirling inside of me, while other days its so dim I stumble over my own feet and run into the maze's thick, concrete walls. I must be ever viligant, lest the brown haied fox return to lead me astray with his sweet words and empty promises. Specters in the form of my family members float ar the crossroads, pointing me in the direction of the exit and giving me words of encouragement. One day I awake to see the horizon alight with a sunrise, the bright golden and red light marking the path out of the maze of jumbled feelings. I run towards the exit, my wounds healing with every step I take, the scars diminishung greatly but never fully disappearing. The brown haired fox tries to lead me away from the path once again butI easily push away his honeyed words and dash towards the exit. Family and friends cluster around the opening, their backs to the warmth of the rising sun, their arms open and prepared to embrace me. I turn to glance back at the once foreboding maze, unsuprised to find the jumbled mess has cleared leaving a clear and easy to understand trail. I return my gaze to the rising sun, finally feeling like I'm home.
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