
no longer has
any complaints
that it was dark,
no longer asks
how much longer
this will last,
and no longer
do the eyes
search for the
proverbial light,
that marks
its imagined end.
for now
it feels a more
familiar territory,
with possibilities
of explorations
undistracted
unhindered
and undefined,
for now strangely
accustomed to
to the external
darkness,
there seems
to be
alive within,
some silent
guiding light.
for what
had started
as a lonely trek,
through an apparent
fortified encasing
of dark walls,
has slowly
transformed
those limiting
boundaries,
into a blackboard
for random words,
chiselled
onto its stone,
to mark this
passing presence,
in the here
and the now.
paradoxically,
the journey
goes on
no longer
motivated by
the hope
of an end,
or the vision
of a light
nor the pressure
of maintaining
any pace,
it now happens
on its own,
as the makeshift
blackboard,
preserves
each etched word
close to its heart,
and slowly
and willingly,
continues
to run,
out of space.
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21Mar17
you are just incredible!! this is incredible!
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Thank you, Maureen ! 😀
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