Jennifer Wood Poetry

Come walk with me,
Through these dark and mysterious corridors.
I slip down into this whirlpool of my emotions.
I wander through the forest of my thoughts.
The wonders and worries that cannot escape the confines of my mind.
Will I eventually get to the end of my dark and distant hallway?
This passage into my soul.
I am constantly surrounded by the rain of thoughts pouring down upon me,
In this jungle of my distorted realities.

I hear whispers of the wind as it blows gently past my ear.
Turn the knob and step blindly into the future it says.
Unknowing and uncertain fate.
I am careful not to open my eyes.
For fear of what I might see.
Dare I know what lingers just beyond my door?

I am locked in a dungeon I cannot break free of.
I am on a merry-go-round that leaves me dazed and disoriented.
A plague I am cursed by, yet cannot find the remedy to.

Let it come.
Let the sea with all of its might and wisdom,
Engulf me into its waves with such vicious ferocity.
Let these waves rise up and plunge me deeper and deeper into this dark abyss.

I long to let go.
I long to be another free spirit in the wind.
I want to let these feelings consume every essence of my being.
To swallow me up and never let me go.
I want to experience every ounce of that intensity as if it were my last.

To be constantly plagued by decisions and choices.
It is a cruel desert storm that continues to blow its sand into my eyes.
Trying to trick me, from seeing this world from what it truly is.
Profound, worthwhile and wondrous.

The midnight skies are a constant reminder of the beauty that can be found in all things.
Dissipating time sinks through the hourglass.
It slips through my fingertips, like that of the sand at the bottom of the ocean.

I exhale deeply this sharp frigid night air.
I’ve sank as deep as a soul can into these waves.
I will ride the tide.
With little doubt, it will carry me away to the shore.

Purple explosions of vivid light send my mind into an imaginative frenzy.
Too many thoughts streaming in and out at such a rapid pace,
A blur of hysteria unfolding before my eyes.

I will look past the exterior prisms of these skies.
A disguised image of the unattainable.
We find ourselves longing for what is just nearly out of our reach.

The vast open space of the unknown.
Un-chartered waters.
Un-touched conscience.
Un-soiled innocence.
Un-tamed mind.

Look into the eyes of the genie.
I will grant you one wish.
One wish.
So make this one count.

I wish for the ability to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference between the two.

I long to cross into that unknown.
I want to feel anything and everything.
The deepest pits and perils of hell and the highest heights of the heavens.

Never close the door.
Just walk through it.
With your heart, eyes and mind.. Open always.

Poet: Jennifer Wood