
Sadness died in a valley.
Tan stone walls echoing
with the cries of a family.
Four days lost with nothing
but curving high walls.
The never-ending corridor of
rock.
Each turn bringing what should
have been mystery,
but instead
only fear.
Count backwards from ten, nine, eight...
Excitement was with them at first,
perched on their shoulders and
driving them into the cool shade.
"It'll be fun!" Excitement said.
But Excitement didn't stay with them long.
Oh no.
Once the children started complaining,
of tired feet,
being too hot,
being hungry,
Excitement headed back
for the next contestant.
Fear came next,
creeping around every corner,
lingering on every ledge.
Whispering words of
"Are you sure this is
the right way?"
"What if it's not?"
But the family walked on, already this
far in,
they couldn't turn back.
Anxiety settled in, right beside fear.
Spreadsheet in hand,
pencil behind the ear.
A constant stream of what can go wrong.
Of the time since they had entered the valley.
One day?
Two?
Are you sure?
How long can you go without water?
Then Doubt and Regret joined in.
"Why did you do this?
What was so great
about this valley
you now want to escape?"
The stone walls now closed in,
tan fading to gray.
The family could feel
a million and one things.
But ever on they walked
twisting and turning
down slots
and up.
And the feelings kept churning.
On the third day,
Anxiety was as big as a house.
A full notepad and pencil constantly out,
charting the ways this journey
could go even more wrong.
Forgetfulness too
got in on the party.
It scrubbed their minds
about where they'd been,
how they got there,
the number of minutes
seconds
hours
had passed.
In the night, Sadness paid a visit.
Shrouded in darkness,
not to be kept out
once the sun went down.
It landed on each family member,
and like a mosquito,
drew away all the good memories
and hopes
and dreams
of ever
ever
getting
out
of the valley.
But finally
on day four
the light brightened out
and the stone walls were tan.
And the family walked out.
And Sadness
not having anyone to feed it,
laid down and
looking wistfully ahead
died.


Comments (1)
I could feel the weight and pressure the valley and all its memories had on the family~ This was a great poem!