This flow of time
Leaves rings behind
There to learn
From rearward reckonings
Patterns of existence
Wrote stories
Rendered in forgotten stone
One small soul sundered
Moments lost
To oblivion
‘Til some sad spelunking
Anguished excavation
For traumas buried
Reveals the source
Of present sufferings
And with such insight gained
Arise small hope
For healing and recovery
I reach
For the heavens
Anchored to earth and sea
Not yet ready
To soar beyond the clouds
Though I have touched
The sky
Stars and planets step down from the sky
Chasing the departed sun
While I contemplate
My own next steps
Then decide to follow
The beacon’s example
And become the light
Choose to rise
Into glorious dawn
Rather than follow the heavens
Into celestial night
The light within
Too dim
To illumine
My confines
A window
Lets in
The light
Of the world
Slight
Narrow
Itself confined
To a shaft
Enough to illumine
Patterns
Which become bricks
In one wall of my
Confinement
That there is a wall
Unnerves me
But a prison of bricks
Is preferable to one of darkness
So I welcome the light
Invite its wisdom
Its insight
Ask it
Is there more here than the bricks?
A soft, warm chuckle precedes its reply
There is
You will not like much of it
Many things in the light
Seem terrifying
That is the way of life
But so too is there beauty
And love
In the light
And while terror
Is found easily enough
In the darkness
Love and beauty need light
I nodded
Contemplated for a moment
Then turned to the light
I accept this challenge
And so began
The journey to discover
Me
Adieu the day
Which meets its fiery end
Adieu the thoughts
Which plague my dreary head
Adieu the world
Which fills me with a weary dread
To bed
Where downy warmth, my flight
To sleep
Where hope, my dreams alight
To wake
Where sunrise sets the world aright
Tumble
Tumble
Tumble down
From the light
Into the chasm below
There to roil
In the miasma
And darkness
The flume
Goes on and on
And I all along
Do keep my head above
Then exit
Into a wider course
And calmer water
Now swim for shore
Clamber up to land
Breathe a heavy sigh
To be in motion
Is my way of stilling thoughts
Stillness quells the pain
Bloom burst
New life
Unfurls
Detritus and treasures
The flotsam and jetsam
Of mes forgotten
And discarded
Wash ashore
There to be beachcombed
Collected and collated
Discovering the pieces
For a me I can reconstruct
Bound and confined
Behind a fence
Of my own construction
Bindings tied by my own hands
Beyond
Beyond
Beyond the fence
Barren sand
But for one tough little plant
Velvet leaves
Belie the depths plumbed
By roots anchoring it to Earth
And if that little scrap of life
Can defy the sand
Then I, yes I
Can defy this prison of mind
Pix to Words 