Inspired by The Amazing Randi
My mind is a forest.
An impossible cathedral
with boundless pillars of trunks
and coloured light spearing through
the stained glass of the canopy.
The truth and beauty of it are breath-taking!
And I walk through life
looking up at the light
with dry golden eyes,
ever so beautiful…
Until I trip over the roots,
twisted roots of my forest,
lies to myself and others,
grown out of fear,
and habit,
and kindness,
and love.
And I find myself
in the deep dark wood,
staring with dark green eyes
filled with tears
at the light ahead.
My roots,
my trees,
my pain,
my joy.
Tag: truth
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Road-kill
We grow up.
We move on.
We leave behind ruined shells that used to contain us.
We think them sad.
We feel justified yet guilty about walking away.
We lock them up.
Truths, formerly cast in stone;
truths, that shaped and confined us;
truths, that gave purpose and comfort,
that lead to pain and murder,
to greatness and gore…
now ephemeral and poignant,
like dead birds on the side of the road –
road-kill.
The world taken apart by the next generation
and put together in a slightly different pattern,
to form a new truth cast in jigsaw,
to await the next player.