Roam

A mixture of images and lessons...

For days I've ventured into the shadow filled forest,

and with unyielding patience I remained sincere my dearest.

The nights have been coldest alone,

yet my awareness could not have been greater.

Witnessing the night prowler's screams saturate my ears,

I feel the excitement within the bellows and misunderstood chaotic charm.

Each star is seemingly penetrating through the clouds, 

the glimmer of a golden fortune radiating in the sky.

The ground is moist, the soil loosened,

showcasing its willingness to evolve and be pliable.

On the sides of me, there are branches of trees that look as if

they've been barreled over by an enraged wind,

fueled by its fiery temper.

Upon my crest lay jewels of sweat and tough decisions, 

each drop and thought trickling down, sliding into the creases of my eyes.

This dream, among any other, I've bled for,

sold my soul away for its gifts and lavish heartbreak.

Till time decays the man, his source holds on, waiting to be set free.

Out of this forest would bring my heart a new landscape to grow roots in,

but yet I find myself as unique as the changing moments,

not relying on the surrounding beauty and splendor to satiate my appetite.

Vanquished my obstacle by wielding truth in every direction,

for in that remarkable awakening,

I saw a man become something more.

Reviews

[Chris]

Life happens and we ...survive ...sometimes.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is something to be said about being patient till the shadows of life leave us...and our hearts can once again bask in the clearing. if only we could be as accepting as the moist soil...but often because of life's mishaps, we become hard ground, refusing to yield.

[Jack Cassidy]

Interesting perception... For me, the shadows represent parts of myself that I've come to terms with that aren't so pretty... Bits and pieces of the "shadow self." Thank you for giving another interpretation... Peace, K.