Daily Poem 11/23/2020

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

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