the path : stream of consciousness

the path must be trodden it has road blocks and stones that hurt your feet along the way even as it leads deep into the heart of an ancient dark wooded forest, openings emerge as clearings even after those nights of darkness that completely undid you fade behind you with each silent weary onward foot fall

there is a destination you hope for upon the path even as you remember all of the painful seemingly ‘wrong’ turnings it was all part of the way you had to follow as you uncoiled your hidden ancestral history there were times you saw the chance of life opening only to lose it again when in time and with forward movement the mirage revealed itself just to be empty air

there were the hands that sometimes reached for you there were the hard glances that made you drop into deep ponds of negation there was the struggling not to drown and the desperate grasping for safety until the time you let go and surrendered completely sinking down down down until you stood with both feet firmly planted on the bottom of this deep deep ocean finally able to open your eyes and breathe.