Today I was waiting,
waiting to emerge,
feeling my light press dimly
through layers of perception,
not quite opaque,
feeling my light press urgent
like running out of breath under water
against a surface the color of ice
And I couldn't imagine
or couldn't remember
how I could ever break through,
but coming around
as if from the back,
I seem to have made it OK.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 17, 2020
waiting to emerge,
feeling my light press dimly
through layers of perception,
not quite opaque,
feeling my light press urgent
like running out of breath under water
against a surface the color of ice
And I couldn't imagine
or couldn't remember
how I could ever break through,
but coming around
as if from the back,
I seem to have made it OK.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 17, 2020
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