My life is stuck.
Sludge builds up around my legs,
While it’s stinking mess clings to my clean skin
Making it greasy with the undecided thoughts
And unwanted choices.

Its unshakeable feeling
Will not leave my mind,
Body,
Or Spirit.

I am alone.
But not for long.
A hand reaches down,
Into the pits that I am sinking into,
The dark abyss in which I see no escape.

The hand shines with hope,
Light and purity.
It’s fingers grasp towards me,
And yet I cannot move
Though my mind is fighting relentlessly
To urge my body to stir.

But alas!
Like pistons in a machine,
My legs start to move forward in an automatic response
To the desperate struggle.

The hand gracefully comes closer
And my fingers tremble at the sight.
Inches now,
And it is even nearer than before.

That shining hand,
That beautiful,
Holy hand,
Clutches mine and a surge of warmth and love
Enters my cold,
Pathetic,
Ravaged,
And Sickly body.

The rubbish cascades from my body
Like water,
Cleansing as it does.

I have never felt so perfect,
And now as I am renewed,
I see myself in a different light.

Thanks to that hand,
The hand that helped me
Be released from the lifeless cavity
Deep within the Earth.

Now,
I see myself in the present.
Not in the past,
The future,
Or any other era on this golden thread of time.

Now-
Is the time to change.

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