6th April- Strangled

6th April


Strangled

Ivy and brambles grow tight into the structure,
Roots going deep into mud walls
Concealing the entrance.
With hacksaw and pain in equal measure,
I attack the wildness with vigour,
Thorns tearing at my flesh.
Driven by an impulse I can't ignore, success
Depends on this challenge and though blood
Drips all around,
I carry on.
I fight my way through the years of misery
And with every cut, with every root discarded,
I get nearer to the self I lost.
Then a gap, a small hole and I peer inside,
Squint to see what is there  in the dark
And carry on, renewed.
I will find my way in, the way to the present moment
And with God, find peace.

Trees

Day 19 - Trees

When you can't see the wood for the trees,
And all about you is dark,
And the boughs weigh heavy
With despair, pulling you deep
Deep down, slowing your every move
Your legs as if in quick sand , ache
Ache , with the effort of having to

Stop, breathe, Know
Know that nothing is that bad,
You will get through , feel light again.
The mayhem will go on whether
You fret or not,
So why fret
Feel the eternity in the present moment ,
Find inside the space, the air,
Rest, untangle tight muscles,
Stay still, silent for a while,
Drink in the cosmos
Be light in the darkness
Glide on  wings of peace