I have come to the dark pool <br />In the glare of the living light <br />Of the white cavern at my still centre. <br />I have struggled here <br />Along the narrow tunnel where ridicule, <br />Like a feral dog, waits and slavers. <br /> <br />And in this place <br />At my deep core, <br />There is no forgiveness <br />But there is mercy <br />And I can loose the curb <br />On my imagination‘s mouth. <br /> <br />There is no fear in this cool spot <br />And words drip down and mount like stalactites <br />Building pillars for my inner self <br />To hold the structure of my soul <br />Which though in reason I deny, <br />Unreason must at last confirm.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-inwards-collection-soul-searching/
