The Descent

Sometimes you crash, and you have to live only in the present for a while.

The Descent

Loosely sliding,

and faster

gravity tips

falling

into darkness

rewind the news

reel me out

but unravelling

the return eclipsed

from charcoal light to ink

all I have is what I believe

drowning in the dark

sobbing echoes

in isolation

held together

with invisible cords

some lift

some release

feet touch

hesitant surface

bones take weight

ahead gloom

no longer pitched

wary stumble

past shadows

twilit cavern

and out into the night sky

The distant moon and a handful of stars

half light the way

rest a while

then ascend

with celestial guides

an imprint of fear remains

faithlessness exposed

a hard path leads up

from the valley of the shadow

easing, in your lightening dawn

knowing I had not been alone