I live between the rock and the hard place

where living is no better than dying,

happiness no greater than crying,

truth no different from lying.




Slithering over rough stone

the snake corners me, alone-

inhales my heart

crushes my bones.


Rising skyward is my soul

unscathed still,

it remains whole-

held together by just


glowing as the blazing sun…


on wings we glide

through breaking morn

over dark blue sea,

we skip through dawn.



Riding higher,

I bend to touch

the earth below which I’ve

loved much;

hovering while bending low

fingertips skim water

before I go

upward with my gaze and gait,

the rock and hard place

I contemplate,

knowing to my very core

they have led me to heaven’s door.





photo credit: The Sentinel via photopin (license)

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. kimbercooley65
    May 03, 2016 @ 09:08:09

    Wow Dawn. That’s a great piece of work. I can imagine being lifted higher and leaving this place for that one. Bitter sweet.

    Liked by 1 person


  2. Sandi
    May 03, 2016 @ 12:05:50

    Evocative, but startling…it seems the narrator gives up easily. I wanted to see her fight!

    This is powerfully written. You have true talent.

    Liked by 1 person


  3. Cecelia Lester
    May 03, 2016 @ 15:12:33

    This poem speaks to me of a soul that goes to meet God, in spite of the strain the narrator faces on earth.

    Liked by 1 person


  4. shortybears
    May 03, 2016 @ 20:20:40

    awesome my friend

    Liked by 1 person


  5. Rising Tswana
    May 23, 2016 @ 02:49:26

    Beautiful Read



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