I fell into a great waterfall
I tumbled and I screamed
And I gasped for air
Grasping at the falling water
Trying to prevent the smacking crash
Into the river below
When shocked by grace
The water cradled me somehow
And the stinging entry
Did not overwhelm
But I am still falling, falling
Deeper and deeper into darkness
I cannot find the sky
I come up for air
With open mouth and hungry heart
And I am thrust back down again
Bubbles and ripples and currents command
I toss and flail about
Reaching, reaching, reaching
I know not for what
Scrambling, searching, struggling
Darkness all around
And then, as if by magic
As though from hands unseen
My body is lifted to the surface
And I am no longer frightened
How in the world did I find this post? I sure as heck wasnt looking for poetry. No matter, the words speak directly to me. I recognize every phrase as a mile marker I glimpsed while in one of my slides. Did the unseen magic hands deliver you from peril or just school you on living with it? This is always my dilemma.
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I am so glad that you enjoyed my rambling desperation. Unseen hands have delivered me so many times that I have come to rely upon them. And they always deliver. It is pretty intense, as I reread it after many months. It's just the truth, you know. That's all good writing is.
DeleteThanks so much, Matt. Keep in touch. id