Snakes and Ladders

the   first   simple   step   is   to   awaken

aghast   and see   the world’s  projection

stage                                                and stay

alert                                              eyes wide

then  that deep  dive   into  inner silence

focus      on  shining   light     in darkness

creep                                               through

dank                                                      fetid

rot-smell   cold-slime   quivering  pieces

the ones                                         who urge

finality                                       at three a.m.

unrecognized pale  night-creatures locked

away   until   a   friend’s  casual   comment

she’s no                                                  longer

suicidal                                                  you see

you’re  not  alone  blindly casting  for rungs

you  thought   you  could  climb  out without

them                                                        wearing

vibrant                                                     versions

the world will accept,  but  you  ricochet  back

forced  to  claim  the  horror  features   silently

running                                          black and white

fueling                                             your discontent

the  most  precious part of your being desperate

to  be  integrated   to   finally   know  what   it’s

like to                                                              be you.

 

 

 

Inspired by #OctPoWriMo Day 14, If I Were Me, in a shape poem (a ladder is much more difficult that I thought, but, hey, it’s my first shape poem.  Also, just viewed this on my phone and there is no shape at all, it looks like a mess, which is also appropriate) and Vibrant, Shelter, Feature, Ricochet.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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