Mirage
By Jeanne C., Yonkers, NY
Walking through the desert
My feet sink into the sand
Endlessly struggling
Constantly fighting
I continue to make my way
Thirsty, so very thirsty
I ache, hunger, and lust for water
For the one thing that will quench
My undying thirst
Looking ahead
A spring appears before me
The water of life
Flowing endlessly, crystal clear
Invitingly cool to the touch
I pause for a moment
Hesitant
Afraid of what I know not
Afraid of the future
I cannot foretell
Closing my eyes and breathing deeply
I wonder
Will the sight I see
Be there still
When I open my eyes
Is it a mirage?
A figment of my imagination?
Too ethereal to be real?
Or is it solid, concrete, and true?
I've wondered endlessly
To no avail
Powerless to determine the truth
Within my mind
Needing verification
Proof of the sight I held
Within my eyes
I feared its disappearance
From my life
Feared until I learned
That fear is for the ignorant
And doubt for the cynical
I reached my hand out
Seizing my courage
I reached my heart out
Seizing my vision
My hand met the water
Its coolness warring with the heat of my hand
Caressing my hand
Bouncing off my flesh
Cascading through my fingertips
I gather a handful of my water
And angle it toward my mouth
Inhaling its fragrance
I drink, the fruit of my yearning
Its coolness quells my fears
Restores my parched throat
Cleanses my insides
And casts all fears aside
I now know the gentleness of the water
The magic of life
I believe in the water
In the water
That saved my life
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