Walking Barefoot Through Hell – By Mark Masserant

 

sometimes i see medusa

wearing my face,

with my dreams dangling

like an ominous crown of complex and

cunning serpents.

the horizon,

dormant

and riddled with salt-sculptured icons,

is emblazoned with the history

of mega-apocalypse.

 

sometimes i see a chained prometheus,

wildly waving a strangled eagle,

delicately

taunting the gods.

his mountainside looms

in the northernmost regions

of my mind.

 

sometimes i see the ferryman,

but he is a cautious one,

wary of the stowaway.

sneering harpies flank his approach.

 

sometimes i see bosch,

painting infinite murals

in unison

with my narratives

wrought with melancholy.

 

sometimes i see dante,

and hand-in-hand i guide him,

walking barefoot through hell,

the devil’s winds whistling our bones.

 

hell is a time in a place in my mind.

 

yet in a suddenly shimmering distance,

Jonah brushes himself off,

liberated at the edge of the

foul and festering morass.

he prayed himself out of a whale

of trouble.

 

i sense new direction

and plan my escape.

Mark Masserant

About Mark Masserant

I began writing articles for recovery magazines in January of 2016. My work has appeared in I Love Recovery Café, Step 12 Magazine, InRecovery Magazine, Sober Nation and Recovery illustrated, as well as other websites. I love to add humor when writing about my thinking problems and memorable experiences in recovery, and to share some of the little miracles that kept me on the path. I also am a poet and a stained glass artist, working primarily with lamp shades. I attend meetings regularly, am married and live near Ann Arbor, Michigan. I’ve been continuously clean and sober since March 14th, 1987, and am active in my recovery. I hope I never forget to be grateful for my second chance at life.
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