a poem

Zach J. Payne
Jul 25, 2022


Photo by Ihor Malytskyi on Unsplash

“the only way out of the labyrinth of suffering
is to forgive.” — john green, looking for alaska

i have crawled
on hands and knees
in the long darkness

shards of glass
embedded in concrete
make for pretty light

(when the light comes)

but leave a number
of jagged wounds.

i am wounded.

it is a lonely
suffering. i am used
to lonely;

does nobody else
dwell in the complex
darkness? does
nobody else ache?

the bleeding
is not the worst
of my wounds.

somewhere, it is said,
light leaks into this
starless warren

a place where children
might look up
and hope.

i hope;
i crawl
through it.

i keep

“somewhere in every mind is an opening
to crawl through — amy sarig king, i crawl through it