Between a Rock and a Scarred Place

this is a poem i wrote last year, just getting back into posting - simple words with deep emotion

 

I am wedged

The moss growing cold

On the slippery side

Of a gray, muted, soaked stone

Growing out of my own orafice

Expecting to find

            

           A way out of my mind

 

Stuck in that dark place

That scarred place

Where wrong is right

Right is left

And there is no

Turning

Back

 

No retreating

Competing

With myself

Where tears splash down

Onto puddles of my world

Leading to the stream

Where the rock lies dormant

But the storm remains