Untitled #43

You walk alone

arms outstretched

reaching for that beam

of light. The golden

reams of silky light.

You shrug off your 

clothes, enraptured

by what you could

have.

Your feet glide,

both propelled and drawn

forward.

Each step you take

in this tunnel leads 

you away from the old.

A few voices of

worried friends call out

but you've already 

forced yourself to

forget name from face from

voice.

You allow more of 

yourself to slip away.

Memories, addresses

you try to make your 

mind a sieve

but you cannot let

go of the bad and

the boring

without letting the

good and the beautiful 

go too.

But for the gold silk

you allow it to disperse.

You. you are now there. 

You have reached the end

more naked and empty than

you've ever been.

But for the warm gold.

And now you've arrived

you raise your eyes.

The golden reams waver. 

You panic.

Swallow.

Panic.

It is a reflection.

You whip your head

around to follow the

source. You knew it.

You find it was 

where you started.

As you run to scoop

up, swallow, inhale 

everything you so readily

shed

it all falls to the floor

as sad, worn out ashes do.

Your heart plunges.

There's no way you can go

back.

Reviews

[Richielee]

wow, you really do have a special way with words,tinged with reflective sadness and a spooky turn of phrase,its been an honour reading you tonight : )