Passage

 Passage

I found myself

trapped in a struggle between

happiness and depression

caught in mirk and mud

searching for a way out

praying my stuckness will get shifted

Bricks are my weapons

Breaking through glass houses

holding me within safe spaces

Foghorn is my light

to navigate through the blinding mist

of white blackness

Paint peeling plastic oar

drags my boat threatening to leak

upon dormant water

Lake calling

Blast baying

Glass shattering

Releases me from my self-imposed muddle

Forcing me to choose a 

New trail, a

New attitude, a

New aura

Prompting a limitless drive to overcome

Pushing boundaries released from a delicate bursting bubble

Progressing through my meandering

Got to have faith in myself

to accept the challenge

of building upon the cascading bricks

of breaking through the fog

accepting the call in the dark

to guide me

in the direction of peace

allowing the rudder of life to

right my path

Discovering the dirt supporting my stride

to give me the fortitude

to release my stickiness

Forging forth not to the end of my rope

But to confidently trust each stepping stone

Brings me closer to self-respect

Aiding a fulfillment of grace

Breath released gives relief of pent up anguish

Producing calmness

Encouraging confidence

Reminding me

I am willing

I am strong

I am loved

Leticia Garcia Bradford

© January 2017