I hang upside down to see from another perspective
Praying for a solution to rise up.
The lengths of my hair tickle the earth beneath
Trapping small clots of mud like bristles on a comb.
Spiders cast their webs in the branches beside me
And I hang here, trapped in my emotions
Like a fly trapped in their silky, dreamlike webs.
My heart is coated with confusion
Despair and panic envelope the ventricles.
I’ve never wished more that I could see
The future and the past.
The proverbial fork in the road:
Past and future,
With me hanging here in the present.
The present never felt so far from being a gift.
I still don’t know if this is a happy story
Or one that will end in tragedy.
I might have righted my world
By coming back to my feet.
But I’ve never felt so lost
Or desperate for an answer.
I like to believe there’s a hidden gate
Just beyond the trees
Beckoning me to step forward
With the answers on the other side.
The pessimist in me says no way
While the optimist in me begs for one more try.




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