Rise Up

Again, here we go – too long since I’ve written. My ascent from inky depths is slow. I rise only to have dark currents pull me back down. I look up to my octopus for patience & strength. I see the surface; I see myself on the other side. I see the me who emerges – the image I have is of Forrest Gump, Jenny yelling “Run Forrest, run!” and as he does, the braces on his legs fall away. Those things that braced me against all the pain, held me up through it, I no longer need. But, unlike Forrest, I must stop running, I must stop my descent into black & rise up to do battle with the last of my demons – those that keep pulling me under. I can see it all lying here in the dark. Waiting. Figuring out how to face this thing that keeps pulling me back under. It has tentacles in me that run deep. It knows me and predicts my every move. Each tactic I try, it expects. I dive deep & it waits. I rise up & it is there to drag me back under. This is just truly my shadow. I created it, after all.

I don’t know what’s next. All I know is I’m right on the verge of it. They’ll be no stopping me on the other side. With the force & presence & spectacle of a breaching whale – I will rise up from the depths. Just you wait & see.

Gonna rise up and find my direction magnetically…

2 responses to “Rise Up

  1. What a great post, thanks for sharing.

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