which obscures all that was before.
It’s palpable, like sheets
binding you to a nightmare.You are flung into a stifling, scratchy
grey, suffocating from a lack
of space, an abrupt knowledgeof finite. It is too much. You form the words
but they emerge like sounds on a slow
reel, heavy bubbles poppingunder their own mass. Disoriented, tossed
about, you are throttled again
again again toward fear’s mawfrom each crest and trough. You flail,
turning, driven below and forced
to the surface where you gasp.But then you hear other words, another
voice that is within but isn’t either.
You cannot float if you are struggling.
And so you release, you give
yourself up, not down, and you let yourself
be carried. It is then that you begin
to focus, to see the hint of light that
did not yet exist in that moment before night
ends and something else begins.
You watch, in awe, as dawn streaksthe sky with color, a steady warp from east to west
and you realize you are no longer adrift
or alone, but buoyed by a love thatsurges like a wave, carrying you back to shore, no
longer ensnared. Your feet touch
soft sand, terra firma, and you stepforward to greet the day with the quiet
hope that only dawn can bring.