I am at the Bottleneck

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.


4 thoughts on “I am at the Bottleneck

  1. 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

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