Fallen

I expected to find clarity, refinement. Instead, it’s stirred mud in a swamp.

Do we swim sideways, out to the shore.. climb out like some beaten creature who took a chance that the forces are less brutal in the open air?

Here we find a scorching sun, relentless mosquitoes. Exposure. exsanguination. We could go back, but the water is lifeless, stifled of oxygen and sunlight. Only warm.

The Truth is that my mind paints a bleak picture on both sides of the mirror. Why?

Did hope ever drive the swamp creature to make these decisions? Did they snuff it out, like the good intentions they’d grow up to be for us to revere and fear?

There are many ways to learn. Why not climb the ladder to the sun?

Please. grant me the determination to reach for the next rung. And discernment, dedication to use this torque for something good – a truth greater than myself.

Strip me of the expectations that hold out their grubby hands reaching for the fruit of a tree planted in duty. It’s an acrid taste to understand how you’ve failed.