Buried dreams in green mountains
Burned the effigy of what I had become
Watched that ash drift away
Blocking the light
Choking the breath
Incubated in open fields and
Small town streets
A cocoon of invisibility
A lost voice
Survivor of the great trampling
By the sharp hooves of fate
Many hands lifted me
Are you all right?
There’s no all right
There’s nothing
So much nothing
That’s the lie despair tells
Eyes opening to see magic in the clouds
Ears listening to the harmony of flowers in the spring
A heart which beats in time to cosmic rhythms
There is music
There is life
There are the voices and the faces of those loved
There is you in fullness
You were not the story you told yourself
You were not the story they told you
You were not the things that were done to you
You were more than that
Roots flowing down through dirt and rock
Limbs rising to touch the flow of air
To feel the summer sun
You are the song of autumn
You are the crisp, winter chill
You are all the potential of spring
Your spirit has broken free of all constraints
The light of you can shine now
With no restraint
