The Journey Begins

i am sick of being bed ridden with the fear of living unconscious
my consciousness is choking me quicksand fast so this moment is of great urgency
i've found myself deep in the jungle at a stand still trying to release my fears so this moment is of great urgency as well
and as i sit in this place knowing of the decisions to come i still can't help but to ask why?
knowing that word screams of weakness to any warm circumstance
i remember being a young girl first baptized by the poetic language and how special and free it made me feel
like i was cascading through the pacific eyes closed, heart free and open with a naive state of mind never thinking of the next moment
flip to the present, where poetry has become my map, my compass especially during the dark times just attempting to find the golden arch of the overgrown melodrama that the journey brings
and yet in poetic tone i still escape the hardships of my direction
knowing the road could never be easily laid
but i can imagine sometimes that i had a pimped out package to begin
and yet this is life
the thing i have been trying to define forever since the 1st opposing force knocked me out
i have dedicated my lifes work to make it so i would never feel that again
i now know i should have never stopped feeling the blows
cause it gives me material
and as i am a flesh and blood circumstance i will rise
i will not be encompassed by self-consciousness and fear in any land under my feet
cause i have chosen my resting place and it's at the top of the mountain

-Poeticca