The Journey

This is something I wrote about a year ago now about my struggle at that time and working through it. Looking back now many many things have turned totally around. I just wanted to share it again cause I still find it moving.

The Journey

The darkness

The echoes

Endless mist

Shadowy wisps

They come, they go

I stand looking, not seeing

I feel movement, though still I stand

Whose will moves me

Brief moments of sight

Mist flows around me

Sensing other beings

All around me

Faces in the mist

Voices in the echoes

I try to call out

Can’t hear my own voice

Can’t remember the sound of it

The voices whisper lies

They say they will be there

They say they care

I believe a handful

The faces smirk

I hear them

They whisper when I look away

So

Resignedly

I will myself

To walk on

Ignore the pointed stairs

Whispered conversations

Off-hand remarks

I move on

Retreat

Further into the darkness

Ignoring the mist

Ignoring the faces

Focus only on my thoughts

My reasons

My motivations

My values

I walk on

I think

Attempting to make sense

Sense of what I have seen

Heard

Felt

I remember a past

A history connected to now

My current state of existence

Faces and places

People and smells

Emotions and thoughts

These are what made me

Fashioned me into what I am today

People of the distant past

Even the more recent past

Seem more trustworthy

Than the misty faces around me now

But I have changed as well

Lost some of my original values

The past voices

They tell me what I already know

They encourage me

To get back the dreams

The values

The way of life I had before

If only I could find the way out

I can’t ask for help

This is my path

I must find the way

So

On I walk

Looking for the light