The Depths of Me

the depths of me
a labyrinth
twisted ways, dark corners
treasures hidden;
but i forgot to mark the spot

the depths of me
a mystery
to myself
to others;
i am
Indiana Jones
searching for the Holy Grail,
holding the map
upside down

the depths of me
a ball of heat
the core afire,
blazing;
faith’s torch lighting
the darkest, blankest corridors
on the coldest days

the depths of me
a (sur)real world
where monsters and fairies live;
where i
ride the grand mare
in shining armor
or cower
beneath
old willow’s roots

the depths of me.
my journey,
my struggle,
my quest.

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3 thoughts on “The Depths of Me

  1. i love this piece here with the darkness. it brings to mind of one of my favorite authors and that is bukowski. i would also be more than inclined to believe it’s all about the exploration of the self as well. finding a way in a path for completeness:)

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    • oooh bukowski, great choice!
      the journey isn’t easy sometimes… but mostly, i am surprised as to what i find within myself.

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