Remnisces of a tired Soul

Alone I was, in solitude,

lonely despite the crowd surrounding me.

Alone I was, feeling bereft

despite the tangible web of my relationships.

Alone I was, all this time,

despite the numbers at my party.

Alone I was until

I cut the ties and let everyone float away.

Lonelier than ever in my Solitude,

groping alone in the inky Darkness,

seeking Direction, a Lamp, a Light,

a wispy ray of Hope…

someone to light my path,

lend me Succour and Solace,

perhaps a Space to rest my weary soul,

stripped of its vigour, energy and life.

Deeper and deeper did I sink,

into the inky Darkness,

the Deep Shadows,

the absence of all Light

and yet, I was afloat.

A silvery Strand above my head

holds me yet, that I cannot see,

softly shimmering above my head,

still holding me,

and then, I feel a bit less lonely,

a bit more hopeful,

a wee bit stronger.

I inch up the Strand,

each movement wrought with pain,

anguish, suffering and heaviness, but,

The Strand is there.

Easy it is to slide back,

slip away into oblivion,

let go and Fall.

So easy to simply close my eyes,

numb the pain and disappear.

Yet the Will persists, Hope beckons,

Faith holds me steadfast and strong.

“Rest my dear,” it says, “ I am here with you.”

So I gather my forces, I persist.

Up I climb, stronger each moment,

up and up and onwards I go.

I am Heavy, heavier now than ever before,

I am tired,

I am exhausted as I finally step out

of the darkness that is no more

and lay myself to rest awhile in the Light,

in that space of Joy and Bliss.

Bright is the light, it hurts my eyes,

and tired, so tired am I.

“Rest my child, rest awhile,

I am here with you,”

whispers softly again that voice,

gently soothing me.

Slowly, so slowly, I open my eyes

and slowly begin the images to form,

clearer my Focus, clearer my Sight

and, what do I see?

Myriads of Souls, rubbing their eyes

that have come up with me.