Overflow

March 25, 2010

I see the sun, brimming from the edges of the pit I’m in.

The fall was long, the well was deep.

But to my luck, it was shallow, and the water only reached up to my elbows.

I am cold, cold in the dark waters of this sunken ground.

But I can feel the walls around me.

The stones have grooves that hold me up, and I won’t fall deep within.

I am slipping, into the darkness, and I can’t hold on any longer.

I am too tired and weary

I am bleeding against the walls of my strength, and slipping away.

I am gone, away into the light.

I have found my peace, and now everything is alright.

I am free, to fly the skies, in search of another journey, and kiss the past goodbye.

By omagnas