In A While.

Inspiration can be found in the oddest ways. Standing before giant trees spitting leaves, I never felt more alive.

Hands outstretched as trees toss their leaves around me,
Breathe in the breeze and try to find life within living.
Eyes closed tight but light still rushing in like soft fluid,
I can almost feel his warm fingers trailing down my face.
A smile spreads the expanse of my rosy flushed canvas.

Between here and memory I'm somewhere comfortably stuck,
Fighting the process of release and tricking myself everyday.
Speaking back when the moon starts to whisper to me,
I'm far too afraid to abandon all that's ever helped create me.
My roots are tied tight to dark soil that drain instead of nourish,
I'm just too stubborn to break free and try and save myself.

Collapse into a neatly raked pile of vibrantly dead leaves,
Lie there for a while and reflect on all the long years prior.
I'm still here yet I haven't been here in a such a long time,
Caught up comfortably stuck in my fantasy of freezing life.
Fighting to get back up, I haven't stood tall in a while.
I haven't felt strong in a while, I haven't tried in a while.

Reviews

[Invisible]

this poem goes in so many directions, like i'm being carried away in a breeze of it's meaning, very profound.

[Kaylor Mason]

Admitting that you haven't felt strong for a while is a good sign . . . it's the start of a second wind in life. As usual Johnny, your work has got me floored. Twice. I used to get frozen in my fantasies . . . and every time I woke up, the jarring effect of reality hurt like hell. Coming to terms with that, and learning to live on, is just part of life. I know you can get strong again . . . just trust me, you can :)