I did,
I imagined I might handle time,
I could see the light,
the tunnel of despair
widening,
letting me begin to seek
the other side.
I really did,
listen to me my blathering,
I figured upon,
letting go of hope,
and then I might see
the other side.
I remember so many hours
of relentless wish
to stay here,
leave me alone,
let my walls become
our security
this piece of parcel
being now a shredded remedy
to the ever increasing
weight
while realizing despair
would always be my personal
trigger,
the other side.
I wouldn’t wish to ever leave you
could I always imagine
being with you, then, on
the other side.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
