Blackness looms before me.
I stand upon the edge and I wonder,
“Will I fall?”
Behind me is a path that cannot be walked upon twice.
I can only go forward, balanced upon this razor’s edge.
To reach the end I must pass through the void that surrounds me.
Will it touch me? Will it let me pass to the other side where my path continues?
The path that holds all my loves, my friends, my laughter and my desires.
But from time to time, I come to this dangerous part along my trail.
This is where all the loneliness is. The despair and anger that we try to put aside,
Waits here for the unsuspecting…to snare and entrap…make you fall.
Often, it does not effect me.
Other times, it reaches out with cold fingers to brush against my soul,
Making me feel helpless, alone, unloved and unwanted.
Tearing at me, shredding at my humanity, it says, “You are nothing”, and I cannot
Argue with such an overpowering force on my own.
Is it true? Am I alone? Is there no one I can turn to?
And I weep into the darkness surrounding me, inching my way along the edge.
Looking to the other side for help from a friend, and it all seems so far away, so hazy and transparent.
I can no longer see my way for the tears in my eyes, and my balance starts to waver,
When suddenly I hear a voice and feel a hand reach out to me.
Helping me, guiding me…. letting me know that I am not alone and I need not despair.
The tears fall no more and now I smile as I realize that the blackness has no power over me.
I am among friends and loved ones. I am never alone……
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