Circles.
Endless circles
twisting and turning back on themselves.
No escape,
just endless looping
around and around.
Whatever has happened
will haunt you
and gnaw at you
generation
after generation.

It is so difficult
to see the forest
when you are staring (nose-to-bark) at a tree.
Being beaten and bruised
time after time
leaves a dullness
which nothing can penetrate
and resignation takes up residence in your soul.

If I could I would break this perpetual cycle —
smash the past,
redeem the now,
elevate the future.
I would hold you in my arms
and lift you above your misery
to view the wonder of the universe.
Then I would gently touch you
and put you into a deep sleep
where you could dream in living colour.
And walk a straight line.

Advertisements