I’ve been down.
I’ve seen the road
that leads to nowhere but small.
With choices closed off
pinched like a closed curtain,
left with little dreams
like waking, and sleeping,
waking up again.
Little pictures in my head
of thoughts that once meant tomorrow.
of the spirit that spawns my thinking.
Gesturing with composure
best left for those cold hearts
that bring forth painful choices.
I chase my tail to remember
what I once knew of warming hearths
that never once knew the bitter rain
or the cold of frosts lost children.
Oh, the trail goes cold without me!
I point my feet in a direction
so long as it treads away
from this fateful shadow.
Show me the rays of thought
that open an eye to choices.
Lead me not to pathways
that have but 2 ways to end.
My preference is a grape stem
leading not to less but more
more options, more choices
more life and living.
I choose the path that leads
outward like tree branches.
Fill these cupped palms with water
though like a sieve the water flows
swiftly and finally toward an end.
I must look for patterns that bring me drops of ocean
instead of puddles of stagnant water.
Quench my thirst with less sorrow,
like a soft palm held, ever so gently,
against my own,
I walk with a shadow
but the sun presses ever so sweetly beside me.