Im still in the tunnel
Feeling like I’m drowning at the bottom
I see the light
I know I’m in tunnel
The water feels different
Theres a taste in the air
But I can’t place it
Looking up the tunnel
I know it won’t be long
I’ll taste it
Wondering how I couldn’t before
Mesmerorized that it was there all along
Wishing you’ll realize it there too
Looking back I started with poetry. I fell in love with Edger Allen Poe’s The Raven. I had memorized it. I still box up a copy overtime I move (which is a lot). So many years I left it unread, left my love of poetry wither. Isn’t that what they say? No one wants poetry, that the world has long lost its poets. That we would should live and accept a earth with no poetry?
Its been a long time.
I’m excited to share my first poem in a really, really long time. With all of you.