Wish
By J Ann Crowder
I wish my pain gone, yet it lives in depths & shadows drawing edges of existence & being
Tracing these lines, saturaturated in greif & doubt, I long to follow my shame
To sit with her, feeling shrouds of musk as my throat reaches for fresh air beyond this arid, placid place
To sit with her makes my heart swollen as my lungs burn for oxygen’s sweet giving
Where am I, but this place, bellowing madness, stuck by her chains tightening swiftly; an unwillingness to let go
I see her scuffling about, a blackened mass, shifting in fear of a mind’s tempest unraveling her
Despair has brought us here, face to face with locked glances, until I am willing to feel her depth as mine own ignorant swallowing of her blatant lies
I exhume her from my knotted throat, examining her, unraveling her tangled webs of deceits
I see anew now, as those glistening dews of morning springs touch a most sacred glance, in a new world where feilds of painted lilys birthed a fresh new song, & it smiled to me
Truth now lights up corners once covered by shadows of illusionary self-doubt
Truth now ignites a new spark, with an “AH-HA” of beauty & grace
‘Tis the inner mind’s unfolding, dancing in sync, with a soul’s eternal existence
December 8th, 2023
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