A terror gale sweeps the land
It’s time to hunker down
Don’t fly away
Make an anchor of yourself
Wind felling trees
There’s no escape
Just try to plant your feet
A terror gale sweeps the land
It’s time to hunker down
Don’t fly away
Make an anchor of yourself
Wind felling trees
There’s no escape
Just try to plant your feet
Last breaths of winter
Bitter cold across my neck
Leaving six months behind me
Grey skies and sunless depths
Grey skies that fade to black
And rise again in muted shades
Spring’s edge
Let the light find this place
More to do, less to say
Only time can dictate
I try to spend it wisely
Always feeling like I’m late
Playing catch up
So many steps behind
Picking up the pace
To make the best of twenty nine
Ever honing the edge
Perfecting the weapon
Pressure focused to a point
Fine cuts
The tension
Building up again
More time spent
Sharpening the edge
Stringing days together
Dressing them with lace
Lining them with velvet
Inside pockets tucked away
Shell like suede, taken from my hide
I wear it like a mockery
Pointless
Void of pride
Hiding little of the self
It’s no disguise
It’s my life turned inside out
Travel inland, through fields
Over streams and hills
Deeper still, into the forest
Into the core of it
Unexplored lands
Find the river at the center
Marvel at its’ span
Eyes scan for distant banks
Sink or swim
Swept to the coast again
Out into the ocean
Questing toward new horizons
Shielding my eyes from the sun
Vast ocean before me
Shores to learn my touch
Off on the tides
I’ll arrive by still winds
I’ve been drifting through the night….
Across the world within
Repetition
I’ve gone through the steps again
Repetition
Gone until my feet bled
Satisfaction
Ever harder to attain
Reaching new heights never was my aim
I only crave the struggle
Whether I ascend
Whether I’m buried in the rubble
Time to reorganize
Trade in aspects of the self
Interior design
Put that old life on the shelf
Fears and self doubts, leave them to the dust
Spring has come
Time to brighten this place up