Living In The Void Of Being

My hand breaks through the ground
I rise without a sound
I am resurrected
I have been selected

To live another day
my hope will not give way
to the utter starkness
feeding off the darkness

One step up, two steps back
life's plagues will still attack
try to hold my head high
got another black eye

I walk down this steep slope
all I can do is cope
tangled in this big mess
pushing down the distress

My hand breaks through the ground
I rise without a sound
I am resurrected
I have been selected.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Love the subjects you choice to write and your ezpressions and execution is marvelous my friend...

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Amos, you are very kind.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my dear

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting piece....

resurrected from the pain...moving on...but still entangled in some ways...

this made me think of amy irving in Carrie, reaching down to put a flower on the grave, and the hand reaching up to pull her down...

but this hand is reaching for the promise of a new chapter of life....i hope it is a hand filled with roses.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks jacob-
I don't think it will be a hand of roses but one never knows. The winds change in my life so fast the petals would probably all blow away anyway and I'd be left with thorns. Things aren't going well and this poem is a message to myself that I'll have to deal with whatever it is that happens. It's a weird departure for me but I'm having a hard time writing in my usual style. I feel possessed by some other beat and some other words.