Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Is The Well Dry?



When did it creep inside me. . . could I not have felt it slowly worming its way in . . . how did I not know? It was clever, I give it that, laying dormant, patiently waiting for its time to pounce, all the while knowing it would gain more and more strength the longer it waited, gathering more strength the longer "I" waited. It bided its time, lying low, remaining in the shadows the way a sniper waits just for the right moment to pull the trigger. His finger resting on the trigger, concentrating, sure of his skill, sure of his target, he (it) gently squeezes the trigger, a shot rings out, its piercing sound echoing in the stillness of the air. A thump, an instant of pain felt, a wetness of red flows . . .I'm bleeding.

I wonder. . .

Has my time come and gone, is my well dry, barren of its life sustaining water.
When did I allow, this thief of dreams . . . this thief of hope to creep inside and rob me of my tomorrows. I refuse to believe there is nothing, but the bucket comes back empty. I thirst. . .

7 comments:

daveincleveland said...

hey dreams never die, you always have tommarow, with someone that has as much passion inside that you do, you will find your dream, your man, you will live happy and content in truth, do not forget that my friend, i love you buddy
dave

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woe said...

Stephen, like you I have to keep believing there is something. Without hope I have little doubt we would perish.

The beauty of your words and the depth with which you write leaves me in awe.

With much love and a big hug.

woe

Greg said...

Yet again I say, you are a very deep one. Are you sure you are not a poet or a philosopher? If not, WHY not?

My best to you, where-ever you are.

project kelly said...

First it rubs the lotion on its skin or gets the hose again.

Sorry. I couldn't resist.

Albert said...

one day the bucket will be so full that you will overflow...you deserve all the happiness
beautiful words

Zeph said...

I find I get depressed when I feel the walls closing in, when it seems like I'm in a trap with no way out.

Life isn't actually like that, though. To a large extent, we build our own walls. You can knock one down or chip a hole in it.

There's no constant but change. Have strength. Have hope. Evolve.