“Continual Morning”
I woke up one day,
and discovered a long road before me.
It is like many long roads I have seen in the past,
but different, in proximity and context.
It is I road I must travel,
but don’t want to.
Required to.
I toe the edge with trepidation.
Waves of ineffable energy wash over me.
Numb.
Onward slightly.
Like new clothing it is restrictive, tight, cornered, and unwrinkled.
Each step is an endurance.
It is not a trip of ease.
Waves are amplified as a naked mind articulates unavoidable truth.
Gone.
Not accessible.
Forlorn breathe.
Concrete sadness attached to the heaviest gravity possible.
Growing in all directions.
Folding back in on itself.
This morning seems to last longer than anticipated.
Ever present.
Comfort is now understood as a luxury.
Untenable and fleeting.
Sorrow builds momentum and cascades over all points of light,
dripping off dead-endages appendages.
Confronted by the truth of the road, that it will someday be an end, and because of its context and proximity, provide pause to other weary travelers.
Onward still.
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Published by Christopher Hickey
Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Some stats:
Born: March 1974
Education:
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Some day:
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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You’ve done it. You’ve spoken straight to me
Something I’d rather read than write although I feel like it’s me speaking.
Awesome
Thank you, brother. Your support means a lot. A bit lost at present, but sharing the road with others helps.
Well as you now know my theme tends to be generally dark. So in particular I enjoyed this one by you, but hope you feel better soon brother.
It’s like U2 says…..nothing changes on new years day
Sometimes we find light through the darkness. Thanks