the three quarter crush crunches
under foot,
till you leave the man made route
step from sun to shade,
of the forest, inside a park, inside a city
to see inside of me,
what do the shadows stir, was that a
movement that blur?
or is my deepest insides pooling fear
when I walk alone out here,
it is then the beauty escapes me, some
traffic noise nearby masks
the peace that could be mine, walking
further to find rotten logs,
in my thoughts, so if I just sit a while,
let the green needles, inject
me with a sense of humility and blindness
evergreen, ever clean, silence,
now pristine, I have walked deeply to
the place there is no sound,
except that which is so close to surround
me in its entirety, and I feel
that the onion layers of tears will peel,
leave me stronger to go back
into the world uncluttered, save for the pack
of sensations I take with me
no fear, no darkness, no sadness just be free,
with bird whistles echoing instead
of the thoughts that can only hold the despair in me,
I like my forest walk and would rather
listen to the birds and nature talk to one another.
Than the self-doubt poisoning my stream.
©DWE102013
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
the three quarter crush crunches
under foot,
till you leave the man made route
step from sun to shade,
of the forest, inside a park, inside a city
to see inside of me,
what do the shadows stir, was that a
movement that blur?
or is my deepest insides pooling fear
when I walk alone out here,
it is then the beauty escapes me, some
traffic noise nearby masks
the peace that could be mine, walking
further to find rotten logs,
in my thoughts, so if I just sit a while,
let the green needles, inject
me with a sense of humility and blindness
evergreen, ever clean, silence,
now pristine, I have walked deeply to
the place there is no sound,
except that which is so close to surround
me in its entirety, and I feel
that the onion layers of tears will peel,
leave me stronger to go back
into the world uncluttered, save for the pack
of sensations I take with me
no fear, no darkness, no sadness just be free,
with bird whistles echoing instead
of the thoughts that can only hold the despair in me,
I like my forest walk and would rather
listen to the birds and nature talk to one another.
Than the self-doubt poisoning my stream.
©DWE102013
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