Pressure

Hemmed in 
by henges
my life 
grows narrow;
winding down into stone
flows and sediments,
false turns
become common,
troubles, jumbles,
inscrutable,
insurmountable.

I am tempted
by a mantra:
that I live
a cycle 
of compression
and release;
that sun 
follows mist,
day 
follows dream,
justice 
dissolves deception,
peace 
erases the scars of pain.

But in life
there is only one
release.

Understanding this, 
is all 
the difference
between despair
and hope.