Lyrically Justified 2

Relished the chance to join in and help launch Lyrically Justified 2 with the Urban Word Collective

A Day at a Time

Again

I am lying in the foetal position

Oblivions scrutiny screws with me

Such chaos leaves nothing to trust

Inner cold claims every good thing

Wounded by sudden thoughts

Headlines designed as weapons

In icy focus

Internal entanglement an insatiable trap

There is nothing I can say

I cry out with gibberish trying to sidestep language

Longing to utter answers unknown

Somehow the bonds must loosen and truth disperse desperation

Eventually sleep

With it the secret ordering of my mind

The morning a cave

To carve out the future again

Dancing With The Trees

Still night clean with wholesome energy. Fresh air set against cloudless silk. The dark and unbroken sky somehow smiling calm. I walk amongst a gentle garden with thoughts that mirror the night, ethereal nostalgic shimmers. Swaying emotion is charged and piled up in a wave like rhythm. Emotion stored to overflow on nights like this one. I find myself smiling and then soon I am dancing. Only me, no one to watch as I dance like I did as a toddler, for the sensation and moment. The joyous shedding of my disfigured heart, shrugging off the overwhelming absence of meaning. Sliding with the confusion of these days, shaking and stomping in step with the clarity of a single instant. Layer after layer of my decrepit uncertainty peeling back. Underwater feelings coming up to the surface finding a current in which to flow. Yes, I am lost, yes, I am enduring the agony of growing up, yet in the garden earphones in I am dancing.

This inner upwelling gives way to a more reflective exercise. Earphones out I greet the trees to find sound mind waiting. Each sense engages with solidity and the natural presence before me. Hands massage the groves and breaks of the bark. Forehead pressed into the steady smell, everything speaking to a stillness hidden in me. I imagine the trees as healers, I feel parts of my brain leap into place, reconfiguring. Here, I believe the trees to be on my team and hug each one. I leave in gratitude knowing we are one, a system that is not mine to own only dance with.

Home

Is there a home inside my head

A place of ease to sit

among wiring and chemical stains

Cowering

Hammered by thought

I search the folds of this brain
Betrayed

Wait as tissue parts

Space made for breath

A moment of calm

The Yew Wisdom - Natures Throne