Fraught within an unfathomable sleep,
where my body cannot ascend. My
mind exposed, I could only hope that
my soul could defend.
I lay in a bottomless pit, jagged stones,
and cataclysmic spheres, granite walls
bearing slivers of gold. I felt no fear as
before me was a story never told.
Fragmented lives with faces unknown
now for eternity tied to their beds of stone,
in chorus their weeping voices called, you
are almost there. Do not look back for you
can never go home.
An answer came from the rattle of chains
tearing of wrist and ankles from hand woven
rope. Light could be seen from where I stood,
for those in the dark, no hope.
Hungry bodies, once full of life lay in a prison
of despair. Souls empty, their thoughts,
crushed minds filled with stories of those who
Weary souls suddenly broke their bondage,
bodies of granite woven with golden threads.
Ran to the light then fell back to the bottom.
Shattered pebbles making ready for another
To wake myself was impossible in a dark place
my soul must stay. I fought to climb out of the pit
into the light to send disappointment away.
I touched a vivid sphere of light it was the from
the morning sun, my life was not over. There was
more grieving to be done…
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