The wind rustles resilient leaves
Eyes tracking glorious shades of green rearranged
Mother Earth exhaling, inhaling
The exquisite details in the clouds, an artists flare and care
Summoning emotion from within anyone alive with awareness
Yet, I am empty
My numbness the just reward of avoidant days
Suppression of oppression
Regretful regression
void of course
I await replenishment that shall not come… until my waiting ceases
For they who are saved are they who act
One breath, one step, one decision
A choice without need for precision
Simply movement
Thaw the stasis, apathy, acceptance of that which is not acceptable
Let go of blurred vision for it is no excuse
To speak harshly to self of being a broken brain recluse
Grace within necessary when love is a tall tale
Tainted and painted with hatred and betrayal
“You are cuckoo” the voice says, maniacally speaking from across the country that separates us
Wait…perhaps it is speaking across the hemispheres of my own brain
Either way, adding punctuation to the barren landscape of the heart starved remnants of this desecrated body
Torn asunder by silent screams and self suffocation
Shall I yearn for a throwing star at my throat
Or should I reach for gratitude and hope?
Amidst my fragile state: confusion, delusion, illusion
A spark glimmers from the trunk of a tree:
“You are like me.
Roots both above and below ground.
Nodes transform with sunlight.
Branches and twigs showcasing growth.
At times dormant but still full of life
Endangered yet aided by the elements.”
Nature calms, teaches, and inspires
A glimmer, a shimmer, a resounding reminder
Bodies, minds, spirits whittled by every whisper carried on the wind
Impetuous declarations we cannot rescind
Souls shaped by creed, deed, greed, desire over need
Medicine designed to neutralize pain
Will not and can not result in collective gain
True medicine is sentient, whether Pharma or Prayer
True medicine is healing, not placebo or delayer
It looks into your heart, not the top of your head
It enlivens your will more than keeps you undead
It takes you on a journey to heal all aspects within
If I want to be well…and I do…I must listen to begin.
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