Bogged

 

Bogged

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that’s the thing about ruts
the longer we remain bogged
the harder it is to escape

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stopping is no option

to lose the way
is to keep going
keep moving forward

lest one be rutted in uncertainty
rigid with the rigor of fear
bogged down in despair
paralyzed

stalled in hopelessness
the giving in
the giving up

caught in anguish
the rot that sets
with the loss of wonder
when grip lets go of dreams

arthritic loss of faith
debilitates the soul

cripples the manifest light
that shines forth
at the leap into dark unknown
into the sacred mystery

frozen is the doubting man
withered in a worried cage
terrified of the wrong step
of the journey all in
of daring the way unmarked

thus
he bleeds out the color of life
to become cold and grey

a petrified husk
of brittle remorse

mired in regret
for never having shone so brightly
as to blind the eyes of death

stopping is no option

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rob kistner © 2011

• linked at Magpie Tales

18 thoughts on “Bogged”

  1. Dear Rob: This poem is BRILLIANT in so many ways!

    Loved:

    the rot that sets
    with the loss of wonder
    when grip lets go of dreams

    for never having shone so brightly
    as to blind the eyes of death

    Chillingly poignant; a perfectly poem!

  2. A poignant piece…. ever crippled by the ruts of life if we allow ourselves to be. Yet the choice is ours to succomb to such a life or to struggle through, still no matter the difficulty looking for those bright sunshiny moments.

  3. Hi Laurie – Thank you for your very kind words… the ‘faith’ I was referring to in the poem is ‘faith’ in one’s self, something I find quite difficult at times — especially when my self-esteem and/or self-confidence has taken a blow in some way… and when I use the word ‘soul’ I’m referring to the ‘inner spirit’ of a person that drives them…

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