The State of Me

 

My past is a country in a far off place the population is great and vast

There you will walk along evergreen fields

smiling flowers in bloom brushing your ankles gently

as you skip and sashay a path on through

please feel free to pluck flourished dreams

from moist supple soil

I won’t mind to share the beauty of this trail.

You may come across mucky badlands

the wet earth imploring

straining

to suck you down and keep you in the damp visage of darkness.

Trees a hollow rot wilting in entrapment

no more flowers found for miles

only little hunched creatures

a pale gray

 raiser sharp claws

lurking in the shadows of the earth.

trudge your way through murky mud and you will be rewarded

with a flowing stream-crystal clear and clean

smelling the scent of spring as leaves shower your weary body

replenishing any doubt you had for your travels in this land.

Get what you need from my flowing waters and continue on your journey

through this wide open country I’ve affectionately christened

 the ‘State of Me’