The Maze



I tentatively step
Into the labarinth.
The whispy fog
Of uncertainty
Teases me,
As it dances
Lazily within my space.
I reach out
Cautiously,
Feeling my way
About this tangled web
Of experiences,
As my journey
Twists and turns
Along the winding path.


I am in limbo.
The nothingness
Surrounding me,
Creates 
The grey and errie
Space of the unknown.
I feel the tendrils
Of the void
Caress me gently.
My thoughts swirl around 
Aimlessly,
Leaving me
Disconnected and alone.
Life seems tangled,
Jumbled...


But I continue
Groping along.
The walls,
That dictate my course,
Are without shape and form.
Still, I know
My course is true...
The end will soon 
Come into sight.
I drift through
The mists,
Staying focused
On my goal.
I feel no fear.
Calmness and serenity
Are my companions.
Trust and love 
Serve as my guides.
I know not where or when
I will emerge,
But go on blindly,
Staying focused
On the light,
Treasuring the gifts
Of time and exploration
Offered to me
In the maze.


At times I see
The reflections
Of who I am,
And weep.
In other moments,
I hear the echos
Of the past,
And long to
Clasp my hands
About my ears,
So as not to hear
The agony and brutal pain
That haunt me,
But I resist.
Facing them with defiance,
The rebel in me
Standing firm,
Embracing all of me,
Accepting all I am... 
Including that which
I am not.


And so, 
I continue
To navigate
The labarinth...
Struggling with 
This wormy bag
Of feelings
That riggle 
And roil about me,
Simultaneously
Fascinating and
Revolting me,
As I negotiate
Life's twists 
And turns.



Liana Brittain


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