Authentic

Searching for truth
Is a bit like hunting for mushrooms
In the forest
So many
Different shapes
Different forms
Some edible
Nutritious
Others
So beautiful
They can kill you
How to choose?
Mushrooms purpose in the forest
Is to break down the fallen
And feed it back to the Earth
To replenish

Right now
I am the fallen
I know this
Yet it is so difficult
To surrender to this truth
To the breaking down
To a changed form
When I know the transformation
Although painful
Will only heal
And reveal a new layer
A new depth of experience
A deeper understanding
Of who I am
And what it is to be alive

- authentic

Reviews

[Nicole]

I like this poem. I think you say a lot with few words, and the imagery works really well. Your tone fits nicely too, soft, but weighted down a bit. I think your comparison between mushrooms and the truth works great here. That some mushrooms can nourish you, while others, have the ability to take a part of you away, and yet, enable you into a stronger being than you were before. Very nice.