Grand Canyon

I was already in love with her

When she showed me this vast canyon

I was struck by it's beauty

so dark and mysterious

she encouraged me to face it

and held my hand as we descended

it was easy

and she loved me

we traveled on

and changes happened

the world seemed to drift away

I didn't notice

this new world was hers

in time she took the lead

she would leave me

and return laughing

I started fearing

getting cold and lonely

this was her home

this canyon

this hole

stretched so far

I was lost

I clung to her when I could

I thought I could help her leave

I hoped she wanted to

and we carried on

days, months, years

every time she left me

felt like losing a limb

with scabs piling up

I grew bitter

cursing this hole

Who was she?

Should I have taken this path?

My instincts shadowed by high cliffs

this hole so deep

seems I'll never climb out

she doesn't want me around anymore

this is her world

this is who she is

this is what she does

gravity pulls at me more lately

but I walk on

She's still around

her spirit lingers

haunts me

I hold my head and cry

Why am I here?

Where am I going?

The walls of this canyon surround me

cage me

and daylight seems so untouchable

I'm tired

walking through this life

going up slowly

painfully

I rest and look back

I cry

this beautiful hole

rubbing my calluses

reminds me of that masochistic love

A hidden strength picks me up

and I continue on blistered feet

every step

a painful reminder of my journey

occasionally the sun hits me

warms me

loves me

and I walk on

the walls of her hole fading

gravity loosens it's grip to my strength

I walk on

Who was she?

I look back

and the canyon looks different

dark, dangerous

I climb out and look ahead

to my own path

a trail of footsteps

just waiting

for me to create them