Limbo

When I was younger,

Limbo was a game

We played,

Excited by the challenge of

Bending over backward

To walk under a stick.

And then we became jaded,

Less and less

Willing to bend--

We may as well have

Landed flat on our backs,

For Limbo was now a paralyzing

State of being.

With no way out,

We wait for someone,

Something,

To free us from stagnation,

To lift the veil from our eyes

And show us the right path,

To compel us forward with

The knowledge that life

Is just around the bend,

And that our fingers,

Tingling with hope,

Are ready and able to grasp it.