labyrinthine

a poem

Photo by Ihor Malytskyi on Unsplash

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

i/
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.

ii/
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.

iii/
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
crawling.

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