The waters of life

I sat gazing
Most unimpressed
With the rabbit hole,
It was hardly
Accommodating
Small in size
And filled with
All manner of
Nightmares
Ghouls and
Ghosts from my past
But to turn back
To walk away
And reach for the horizon
Seemed too far and
Impossible to see
The ache in my heart
The gut wrenching
Pull
Had no truck
With
Rainbows of possibility
So headfirst I
Fell
Spiralling
Out of control
Breath knocked out
My heart
Contracted and
Became stuck-fast to my
Chest wall
In abject horror
My eyes squeezed
Shut
Saw; in morbid
Fascination, the
Unravelling
Of my mind
Sanity
Let go
Madness
Had been patient;
Now
Took a foothold,
Like a virus it
Spread quickly
As each synapse
Fired
So a little more of me
Died
Eventually
A shell was left to
Wander in ever decreasing
Circles
Twitching nervously
Eyes darting
Hands grasping at emptiness
Un-kept
From a lack of
Love
There seeped a
Sadness so great
That even despair had fled
And in this vacuum
Where nothing breathed
Extraordinarily
I still existed
Tried as I might
To expunge
To negate
To withhold
To deplete
My Soul Light
Refused to accede
Unaffected
This tiny shard
Had the patience of
Time immemorial
Worlds had come and
Gone
Galaxies and
Universes had imploded to
Expand

It had a
Candescence
Too bright to ignore
Where nature and
Nurture could not
It had
Nourished and kept
Me warm


No matter how deep or
How far
Eventually
There comes a time
Where there is a place to
Stop and rest
Even madness will
Take a quiet moment;
And in this space
This gap between,
Another path of possibility
Appears
Still fraught and
Unclear
But it allows for the
Idea
Of something
Other
Than what is
Now

And with a
Tug my heartstring is
Pulled
By the song of Angels
(Though no conscious thought)
The body knows to
Transcend
Through the bleak mire
To be
Immersed in the
Pristine waters of
Life
Protected
Replenished
On my side in a
Foetal position
I hold my knees to be
Gently rocked
This cradle;
A sanctuary
Gives back my life,

I emerge to
Ascend
The stairs
To what awaits

20th August


madness or the perception of, may come in many forms. Does one decide to become. To traverse down such a path… and is there an end or just a pit a the bottom… i don’t know for its different for each and everyone. in this jot all i wish to do is suggest that there might be another way. another view and by taking a rest one might see this. then its a decision… perhaps… to take it and see if the view is the same or different…
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Featured Groups: If It Doesn’t Belong." “Exaggerated Emotions.” “Art & Ink So Free.”
“The World As We See It, or as we missed it and Writing Of The Week! Editors Weekly Choice Ending September 1st, 2013.”

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Comments

  • Paul Hickson
    Paul Hicksonover 1 year ago

    wow! this is epic!! amazing write Suzanne!! just incredible!!!

  • i’m truly humbled Paul
    thank you for your words… they give be heart
    kindest regards suzanne:))

    – su2anne

  • MINDSET
    MINDSETover 1 year ago

    I like this………… cool…………

  • thank you:))

    – su2anne

  • Donna19
    Donna19over 1 year ago


    Congratulations my friend

  • many thanks Donna
    be well
    xox suzanne:))

    – su2anne

  • dakotagirl
    dakotagirlover 1 year ago


    Congratulations on your feature! August 27, 2013

  • ahh thank you for this acknowledgement
    this one is close to my heart … though sweet with sorrow it is meant to give hope…
    x suzanne:))

    – su2anne

  • CanyonWind
  • many thanks POP’s
    x suzanne:))

    – su2anne

  • ✿✿ Bonita ✿✿ ђєℓℓσ


    nicely written..

  • thanks Bonita
    x suzanne:))

    – su2anne

  • JaneRoberts
    JaneRobertsover 1 year ago

    An engrossing story Suzanne. Congrats on your feature!

  • thank you Jane
    it reflects a period of time of extreme ill-heath where i faced the possibility of death and where the combination of this and medications wreaked havoc on the higher function of my brain. The paragraphs toward the end are my taking a mikveh (Jewish bath) to reconnect to life and sanity
    so a story about my life…
    xox suzanne:))

    – su2anne

  • Evita
    Evitaover 1 year ago

    Excellent work… Congratulations Writing Of The Week!
    Editors Weekly Choice Ending September 1st, 2013
    The World As We See It , or as we missed it Group

  • dear Evita
    i am most humbled
    x suzanne:))

    – su2anne

  • Donna19
    Donna19over 1 year ago

    Beautiful, lovely work my friend. A wonderful way to begin this day

  • thank you Donna
    i’m going to the Mikveh tonight (Jewish ritual bath)to replenish- the waters are believed to be living…
    xox suzanne:))

    – su2anne

  • MINDSET
    MINDSETabout 1 year ago

    Nice…………….

  • thank you

    – su2anne

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