I am at the Bottleneck
February 1, 2013 § 4 Comments
I am at the bottleneck of life,
My body and self
Soon to explode into the open
Without direction
Or even destination.
For now, I am pressed against
The clouded glass
as my breath condenses
Before my very eyes.
The fresh air that I see above me
Consoles me
But scares me just the same,
Even if I do survive
What means will I have
To carry on,
Except for being naked
And lost.
Interesting!
[...] I am at the Bottleneck. [...]
Your poems are always inspirational.
I like poems that tend to be deep yet short, they say more to me. I can relate to the sky being an escape and a worry at the same time. I mean, the ocean is huge and beautiful, but the enormity of it scares me just the same