in the deep …

flailing, thrashing for gulps of air, when well-meaning words ricochet, and emotions in the deep lay,

when one is yanked into the chasm of the deep, blankly staring at the ceiling, chasing fleeing sleep,

alone, with misfiring neurons coaxing, inviting, paving alleys for gloom to slowly seep, when pangs of emptiness deeper still, begin to creep,

sleep vanishes, ushering waking nightmares in, a jangling discord of the day, the night, and of yesterdays din,

one reaches for slivers of hope, the double edged scimitar of life, the jagged rawness of seemingly unending strife,

ah but seeing a solitary shard, the lifeline of coarse hope, the being entire reaches out, digging in fingers to get a foothold, on that slippery slope,

and as dawn approaches, gently ushering in day from night, one feels renewed, rejuvenated, in the soft glow of morning light,

for it is the fragile strands of the new morn, keeping darkness at bay, nestling petals with the dew of hope, against the odds, 

welcoming new life,

banishing the pangs of emptiness away …