A Poem from the Past

So many twisted feelings, thoughts and perceptions,
Snapped and unraveled to send me reeling.
The mirages of life - denial and depression,
Come to entice with offers of impractical romanticism.
I gratefully accept and tie some more knots,
Before discovering the spiraling has not stopped.

I want to find truth, but not if it means
Landing on that bottom rock of reality.
Now panic sets in as my desires are divided,
Am I searching for true life or only its allusions?
Thoughts of the nebulous haze filled with intangible meaning
Make me insane and I must find something solid.

Stretched out on that rock that was so dreaded and feared
I find peace and true meaning, but not without tears.
Emotions experienced in their purist essence
Are powerful in the extreme and bring painful healing.
Bruised to the core and with no strength left,
I am currently on this Foundation, at rest.