It is there at the bottom
pulling me toward its center.
It climbs each spiral
luring with its subtle hypnosis.
My mind turns in kaleidoscopic thoughts.
of purple surrender and yellow denial.
Black and white reality swirls into gray
where my determination is lost in the fog.
My hands clutch with resistance,
the nails tattooing their edges in my skin.
Moments pile in sand dunes
waiting for my breath to escape.
My hesitancy builds its case,
writes it summation in my brain.
I step further from the edge
and shake free from its attraction.
Freedom exhales in victory,
but knows there are more battles to come.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Photograph: The Golden Spiral ~ W. Brian Duncan
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