The Test

And as I turned around, I was presented by darkness, nothing but a void of absolute emptiness, staring me in the face, as if death had rang the bell early and was welcoming me home, after a lengthy voyage through the life of an obsessive neurotic.  For every step that I counted, for every word that I dissected, for every odd that wasn’t even, and for organizing that which to me seemed out of place, ah-it was you that made me whole, and gave my life the balance it needed, releasing that pent-up anxiety, the pressure, which at its core, was ready to explode.  It wasn’t the easiest journey, and it still isn’t, and probably never will be, but as I stare into the darkness, I’m awakened by one thing, something as profound as taking that first breath from your mothers womb, grasping at the air like there isn’t a tomorrow already, and that thing is a beautiful feeling, a euphoric calm, a relief that tells me that I’m as ordinary as the next fellow, which is all I ever wanted or needed to know, and even though we arrived at this point in life on different roads, the tracks of the labyrinth that I continue to ride, are me, and they are responsible for the me, that is here right now, gazing into this world of no shadows, where I hear the faintest of voices call out “Excellent job my friend, I will see you soon”.