Lost
I've often prided in my skills
At navigating labyrinths.
I've survived the maze called Crush,
With not so much as a scratch.
Others have often wondered how
I could find my bearings so easily.
A smile was my only reply,
I guessed I was just a lucky gal.
Now I wish I hadn't been so sure,
For that must have been when I fell.
It looked just like an ordinary pit,
Rough-walled and easy to climb out.
I ran my fingers around the walls,
And my feet looked for some holds.
Up I went, slowly and steadly,
All the time feeling swell.
Imagine the extent of my surprise,
When I looked over the ridge,
Only to find myself
Back at the bottom again!
This was certainly a deeper hole,
Than I had given it credit for.
I shrugged my uneasiness away,
And ascended a second time.
Gripping the edge of the opening,
I heaved myself back up.
I looked around and lo behold -
I am at the base once more.
A fear now seized me tight,
As I remembered a legend of old.
I recalled the puckish unending well
That went by the name of Love.
Had I a companion then,
I wouldn't have been so scared.
For they say it was an easy climb,
When two would both ascend.
Alas I had fallen quite alone,
Lost and humbled at last.
The opening was hauntingly visible,
Just within my grasp.
But if I tried to climb again,
And find it all in vain,
Would I lose all hope then,
And starve here down below?
I kneeled down finally,
And clasped my hands in prayer.
Let the light not go out,
Guide me to the top!
I clung a third time to the walls
Hoping this was Love's sister well,
Not unending, only long,
Infatuation its given name.
I knew not how long I must climb,
Nor when I would finally wear out.
I could only hope then and there,
That it wasn't Love, but Infatuation.
By Lady of Scartha
© 2005 Lady of Scartha
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