continue to reach
continue to stretch
continue to breathe
though difficult it may seem
the mind
in a void
the space
an abyss
reality
not within grasp
a task
a test
not to lay down
and die
a wretchedness
within
losing hope
losing desire
to win
a landscape
devouring
the will
the want
to conquer
the pain
somewhere deep
inside
this flesh
exists
an amazing
perseverance
the grit
of the soil
that holds these roots
are likewise
the rock
that anchors
one’s truth
one’s soul
finds beauty
finds resolve
in this desolate space
I am 9 years on the sunny side of sanity. I remember the shadows cast by these trees and being devored by the darkness of desolate places. You describe it so well , G. I am grateful to be able to read this from the outside looking in. For any one on the inside, there is hope. There are miracles that happen every day, around every corner. Never stop looking for them.
Stunning!
You caught the feeling evoked by the beautiful photograph!!