I am at the bottom of a dark and quiet well
The light above is a pin prick against an Azure sky
I can see a star though, a blink of beauty hanging like a portrait in heavens hall.
A lovely canvas for me alone.
I know that I have dug this well of my own free will.
But, I had not the foresight to leave myself a way out.
It’s a lot easier to go down than up.
It’s the momentum you see….
The speed of the descent.
It is a fine well that I have created I must admit.
Solid flat walls…..
Deep and water-tight.
Barbed wire around the lip.
It holds screams just as well.
Echo’s die when touched by light.
I am floating in tears, my toes barely touching bottom…
But…..I’m still ‘touching’ the bottom.
Just a little more despair, and my strength will fail….
I will sink and die, die alone.
My eyes stare at the star and I want to touch it.
But my finger-nails are gone.
I don’t want to smear blood across the sky….
I have tried to climb out of my well so many times, and have never found a grip.
This is a good well…..
This is a good hole….
“Help me’’ is my whisper.
“Help yourself” says the Echo’s.
“The water is getting deeper” I say
“Then quit crying” says the Echo’s.
“How can I get out of this place?” I asked
“The same way you got in” said the Echo’s
“I dug this well myself, there is no way out” says I.
“I can’t do it….I am a good digger, the only way out is to fly.” I said….
“Then believe that you can, and you will fly” sang the Echo’s.
I then beheld a trickle of star light fall across my eyes and lovingly brush my lips.
It tasted like glory…spiced with promises.
“I cannot fly” I said, “I do not have that faith in myself, but I still have some resolve left in my heart”
“It is the same thing” whispered the Echo’s….
I pushed from the bottom and reached up….
One last try…..
“Do or die” sang the Echo’s…..
I grasped the rope of star-light; the Echo’s held their breath.
I drew the Azure sky to me as I climbed, kicking free from the tears and death.
There were lots more stars than I thought or had ever seen.
They all threw ropes of light to me and pulled with all their might.
To draw this once missing man into a world created by fire
And polished into a jewel so bright.
I am filling the well back in with hard work, sweat and blood.
“It’s good to be back in the world” I said, wiping heart diamonds from my eyes.
“It’s good” a God once said.