SalvationA Poem by Matt CunninghamThe possibility of finding everything in what seems like nothing.
She walked and walked down the road she
thought was salvation
toward the ever expanding horizon where
the light shone
It opened its arms and welcomed
her home when her skin turned cold.
The sun spread across her face, turning
her eyes from stoic green to amber gold
and the warmth penetrated her skin and
into her bloodstream filled her body
with the safety and comfort of the home
she had once known.
Her bare feet seemed to float above the
pavement, but brandished the marks of each step she had taken along the way as she
searched for a savior in the lonely desert of her mind. The wind shaped her black hair around
her face, brushing her shoulders lightly in the ebb and flow of the unrelenting heat then cool
offered as it passed over her in the yellow light.
Her knees bent to touch the hot, black
pavement on her right a white line stretched before her into infinity as she gazed upon the
endless horizon, the distant sights morphing in waves as heat radiated from everything that
surrounded her. She was fully alone, forsaken to endure the vastness of this place and of her
mind without any means of escape.
The clear yet cracked nails on her
fingers resembled the cracks in the dirt that surrounded everything. They scraped along the
pavement, leaving but a subtle mark upon its surface which would easily wash away " a
mark, much like her own existence, which was but a small scratch on the surface that
eclipsed her very being.
As she looked to the dancing, radiating
heat that stretched in the continuum before her eyes she saw everything that was and could
be. She saw her own eyes and the meaning behind their gaze the
cracks and sores on her feet which bore the scars of her journey thus
far the silken black hair which swayed in the breeze, caressing her
neck and shoulders with the touch of a love she had never known, and the cracks in
her finger nails which proved that this had all brought her to her hands and knees.
In all of this she saw defeat. And in
defeat she saw redemption. And in redemption she found salvation. In
salvation she found acceptance. And in acceptance she found the life
beyond this that she had known as struggle and despair.
© 2012 Matt Cunningham |
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