We can grow in the strangest of places.
Sometimes what appears poisonous and troublesome at the outset requires a second look to understand the depth, beauty, and necessity of.
It’s always there- in sunshine, fog, and heavy storms.
The trick is finding the best angle and mental filter to place it in it’s perfect light.
I will always be an alien to you; mercurial, and incomprehensible. I picked you up from a field in a sleepy town and when I left the only question was, “what just happened?”
You were a heavy fog rolling in from the west. I felt the wind carrying you through life…you were free but predictable, always rolling in with the tides.
Appearing out of thin air from time to time I’d catch your sly, crooked smile out of the corner of my eye.
It was never intended for just me, you belong to the world…you’re a metaphor.
It was something out of a fairy tale…a work of elaborate fiction.
I wash it away by drowning myself in colors. I know the pain was worth it. It tripped me up and made me fall but from the ground, I grew.
Above the heavy lie blue skies always
depending on the altitude of your perspective.
Along the path, a vast universe unfolds unleashing a spectrum of color, light, and life.
There’s a secret depth to every experience,
a hidden road to be navigated
as long as you let go and allow it to flow.
I let it sit upon my chest, hoping the weight would crush me
Still moving, the only option- onward.
I emerge in time to watch the sun slip away
Reminded by nature that night must come for the sun to rise again.