Familiar Chasms

The wreckage

of intentionally derailed expectation

The hush

of the snuffed out flame of happiness

The chill, biting cold

of a familiar darkness

The tumultuous descent of an almost union

Hurdling toward the chasm it

JUST

Clawed its way out of

My bloodied fingers grip my pen as I begin again

To look within for the explanation

That place where no matter how much you brace yourself

As you retrace and replace yourself in scenarios conjured up with the best of intentions

You find yourself face to face with the demon of inevitability

Of circumstance

Was there nothing I could do to avoid this?

Perhaps not.

Maybe this was the slightly raised corner of the sidewalk upon which I stumble

That shatters the screen of my current comfort

Requiring a visit to a specialist

With a special list of parts, of lessons or something

That I’ll need for something further down the road

Maybe so.

For now I’ll wrap myself in a blanket of source energy

Release all that lovely heat and

Breathe.

Slowly.

In Cosmic hibernation

Inhaling stillness

Exhaling guilt

Inhaling abundance

Exhaling…toxins

Quietly

In my Cave

I gather up the pieces of myself

That I lost

In collision

With another universe

And await their return to my orbit