The Aisle Of The Fire Poem by Joanne Kearsey

I have found my way back a thousand times, and a thousand times more,
Through all the pain, sorrow, hatred and despair,
There will always be more storms to crawl through,
I won't give up now that I am almost there.

Time has been lost, I have been shattered and pieced together again and again,
There are pieces lost, ground to dust and drifted away,
I will never get back what was broken, twisted and incinerated,
I have to put myself back together somehow, but I'm not sure I know the way.

There is no singular path for everyone to take, but I feel so far off the beaten track,
There's something in me dragging me under and falling again,
Everything seems to close in around me, blinding me from what's out there,
It's all so vague and unclear, and there is no god to give an amen.

There is no point to existing, when all there is is pain and misfortune,
When this veil gets yanked away from my eyes, I will force myself to see how far I've come,
Yes, mistakes have been made, I will admit to everything and nothing,
And the relief that will follow will be welcomed.

(10/05/2024 - Inspired in part by Orbit Culture - The Aisle of Fire)