This is the first part of a series entitled Then and Now. See this post for how this series came to be.
Darkness envelops my perception
I cannot see
I cannot feel
I taste dirt as I slowly become aware
leaving dreamspeak behind
…with great regret.
A cold hard ground has become my bed
replacing those clouds upon which I had so recently flown.
Where am I?
Who am I?
A veiled identity looms darkly beyond my reach
laughing with bitter tease.
Memory slowly approaches on decrepit legs
extending a vaguely familiar hand…
…with a growing awareness of a doubted reality
biting closely at his heels.
I cannot move
I do not feel my body
My leaden limbs will not respond
to my ever increasingly frantic mind.
I turn my mind from darkness to light
and renew my effort to rise.
A warm and loving light breaks through
this fog of rising fear and despair.
I am alive.
My sleeping spirit has now awakened.
Now my long journey begins…
© 2014 Stephen Boothe