Throughout the night, I’ve felt a growing dread;
A dark sensation in my neck and back
That seizes reason, breaks my harrowed soul.
It is a voice from deep within myself,
Not mine, but one that tells me it is mine.
I have absorbed its stinging, hurtful lies,
And taken them to heart as I would truth.
And I have wondered where to go, and how
To draw my strength from suffering that roils
Around a brooding mind, now petrified.
I cannot stem this swelling tide of pain,
So I must walk from knowing and from doubt.
Now let thy servant please depart in peace.
Now may I leave this wincing part behind—
Give up this fear that I have memorized.
Gary Witt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-out-one-morning/
