A short poem about spiritual cycles, illustrating the theme through language and format. |
As I lay here, in this cell of white walls As I lay here, in this cradle of fluid on a papery bed, fed by a tube and soft walls, fed by a tube which sustains my life, which sustains my life, I think of nothing. I dream of everything. All that I know All that I know is an endless void and all is a peaceful solitude and all I wish is to be released. I wish is to remain here. I am trapped, I am protected, a prisoner a delicate crystal within my own body. I cannot move within another’s body. I can move nor can I wake. and I desire never to fall asleep. My thoughts wander My imagination runs wild in solitude, unable to with all I do not know, unable to be heard or expressed discover that which is my fantasy by my motionless face and lips. and that which is the truth. I feel as though I am I feel as though I am a babe, helpless in a paradise, sleeping on clouds and held hostage within the womb. and comforted by tenderness. Please, free me Please, keep me from this eternally frozen in this everflowing sea of darkness… sea of safety and comfort… I fear I will be bound here forever. I fear I will be stolen away from here. I feel myself lifting up. I feel myself drifting. Am I finally leaving from Am I finally being taken from this torture? Yes! I can feel it! this rapture? No! I can feel it! I will be free I will be snatched away from this empty sleep. from this life-giving dream. Oh, how I’ve longed for this. Oh, how I’ve dreaded this. My soul slowly separates from My body slowly separates from my body as I ascend. And as I my mother’s as I descend. And as I travel, I see travel, I see {i}{b}a light welcoming{/b}{/i} {i}{b}me to my new world,{/b}{/i} {i}{b}and I cry as I realize{/b}{/i} {i}{b}that this other world{/b}{/i} {i}{b}which I used to fear{/b}{/i} {i}{b}is truly wonderous.{/b}{/i} |