labyrinth

old friends remind me of
old places the
black walls i used to climb
even in my sleep

before you came i was
clawing my way through
thickets of dark damp
smells followed me through the day

sad talk reminds me that
most days i am sad no longer
not climbing walls looking for
a way out of the labyrinth
the world has built for me

you are the clue, the ball of string
the tug that reminds me that
i can always turn a corner
find the light

your blue eyes are there
at the end of the day
your hand holding threads that
lead me to
the end of the maze