I reach down within myself, I must feel the agony, It must have a source beyond understanding. Some solidarity to it, it is the only way to make since of it all. Love and hate mingle in my heart, the confusion overwhelming me. Can I find it? Is it there? The strength to move forward, to pull myself from this avenue of pain and heartache?
My heart is like a thundering sky, it beats...it beats.. Is the fear going to cloud my mind? Shall I let it, I know that it would. It beats..I feel the pulsing behind my eyes, the feelings are so intense, alive, real. How can anything like this be? Surely a person could perish underneath the intensity of this heartache. It must be released.. It must come forward and up and out. It mustn't stay below to fester and grow.
It feels like a hundred knives stuck in my heart and my mind says to scream... Scream for help.. Scream for your life, pull it from deep down within and let it ripple the air waves. I know that I must, I must.. For I have to go on.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
The lonliness....