Beyond Your Reach

There is light there.
You can see it,
just beyond your reach,
through a dark,
unlistening place,
a gentle black hole
that loves and drains your lifeblood
in equal measure,
or maybe in uneven measure,
gently hungry,
leaving you
fragile,
more broken than you appear,
but still, step by timid step
you walk,
the walking wounded,
you walk.

There is light there.
and it is not beyond your reach.

About this poem.

Sometimes too much piles on us at once. That is the simple truth. And it’s OK to be fragile sometimes. Really.

The picture was taken at Mass MoCa (Museum of Contemporary Art).

Tom