Of What Is / Janine Aronson


When I look inside,
Into the deep, dark recesses of my soul.

When I see who I am,
Trapped a mile deep as a Chilean miner.
Though for years wondering
If I will ever see the sun,
Smell the fragrant air
At the surface, outside, freely.

Through a small hole,
Bored with care
Brings air, water sustenance and HOPE
To my soul.

I feel tenuously connected to humanity
For what feels like the first time.
Breathing fresh air, drinking fresh water
Eating the first fruits of God’s sun drenched world.
I feel tenuously connected to humanity
For what feels like the first time.

My inner light starts to shine,
My soul breaks free of my prison.
Making that long journey upward
In a small transport, through a small tunnel,
Eyes wide open, filled with Terror
And HOPE
Of what will be, of what will come,
“Of What Is.”

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