This is what is needed now
Poetry and photography by Rhashel Price

I have been gone for far too long
I can feel it now ready to burst from me
I've been held down by sorrow and anger
depths of me hiding in darkness
I can no longer dwell this way
time is lapsing and I fear eventual
I hold so much pain in my heart
a ferocious cataclysm pending
and only I can prevent such calamity
so I'm searching inside for myself
yelling my name down empty hallways
wondering if I'm even still there
lurking through the thick heavy fog
wondering if I'm the same strong and brave
a force of nature that stood 270 million years
I pray this is the truth I pray I find a hero
because that is what is needed now
I've been the coward the sinner the beast
I've been the Savior the teacher the diseased
I've been everything except for what I need
Like stepping blindly into your world
not knowing whether you need to swim or walk or fly
fate gives no direction to follow
no encyclopedia to your dreams
it simply unfolds before you like a carpet
a thick velvet droll of space
so I follow that carpet hoping to find myself at the end
hoping I am capable of love and compassion
hoping I'm willing to withstand this fight
praying I haven't misplaced my honor
or disheveled away what does remain of my heart
like droves of rhododendrons I must return
I must replenish more faithful and more vibrant than ever before
I must forget the mortality that is enveloped my writhing soul
the deaths and the grief to which follows
I have to let go even if it means losing a part of myself with it
like I'm smothered in the dead petals and leaves of yesteryear
unable to gain air or light I will only wither
so I tremble and shake and shiver
till those ugly layers Nestle in my feet
and I take my first step out and away from them
new revived somehow whole again
I pray this is truth because this is what is needed now.



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