it will all make sense.
I’ll clear this fence
and sink down
into the blue, the green, the red.
Retrace my steps
find it slow as slow
fast as fast.
Work the ground with fingers curled
deep into sand, grass, and water.
free myself, and find
I was there the whole time.
Comb the soul
shake and roll
forget the toll – but not completely.
Inside, I’ll see me
for all that I became, for everywhere I’ve been.
Resisting the darkness and the light
seeking the gray, the filtered bright.
Sifting through – I think I grew?
Finding myself in yesterday, when
I thought tomorrow was the goal.
Will I recompense my spirit?
Find the soul I long,
dare more than dream it?
Or will I be,
rooted in my misery.
Or if not misery, the former me
the me I can no longer hope to be.
Time to reclaim, the me inside.
Why do I fight,
when the best is letting go?