Release

A rising tide of anxiety sweeps through me

And an unknown fear feeds it

As my calm centre wrestles to retain control once again.

My mind’s a tangled mess, I claw for air

And forked paths splinter off in every direction before me.

Peace and Light

Would that I could inscribe a prose of beauty and light,

Of fair-faced sweetness, adorned with dewy emerald jewels

From whence sorrow ne’er shimmered…

And yet, here I am, a fallen flake frozen,

Beneath the hidden depths of winter

In a forest of snow-laden pine,

Where still the sound of silence calls…

Away from the mocking noise of life,

Buried in ignorance’s blissful void,

Wallowing within a glass-tear half-empty,

Heavy of heart, wistfully watching…

Dancing words drifting down in dishevelled disarray,

Flitting beneath darkness’ dusky light,

To lie in scattered remnants, disjointed by silence’s echoes,

And yet, as some fall into outstretched hands, life returns...

Wondrous hues of light abound from cusped hands,

There in the hidden depths of winter’s silence,

Soothed by warm glows of serenity,

            I am safe.

Inspired by a picture of snow and light.