From the Dark Waters

a poem by Dr. Marc Bock, D.C., Ph.D.

® Copyright November 12, 1994

Moving slowly across the cold dark waters,

Creeping with strong claws that rip and tear,

Suddenly rising up hurling spears of fear

That plummet deep into my soul piercing the center of life.

Icicle of torment, gentle terror of the mind,

Who are you?

Deadly torturer stalking me with force bloody and sharp,

See the colors flowing from gaping wounds,

See the tracks of the claws old and new,

Feel the pain screaming up from my soul.

I am the wound, I am the terror.

I push against the ancient foe and

grow strong as its pain washes over me

Healing the wounds and the scars of life.

Face to face with the gripping torrent

I walk through this wave of fear.

Fiend with dripping claws that hunt my heart,

Tormenter I have met in battle,

You have become the challenge of my soul.

Fear of change, a vanquished foe,

Who's claws of terror have been transformed,

Now stirs my heart with fire and with strength

I rise from the ashes of the past

and reach out from the light in my heart,

Growing high above the dark waters

Transcending the anchor of fear and terror,

I manipulate the changes of my life

Into sources of energy and power.

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