blood & earth.

[rewiiired]

The ground is calling out to me.
I'm still thirsty for the sea.
Some days a desert, some days
a forest I see tree by tree,
but I'm bloating up,
nowhere to bleed.

Visions dancing in my mind
of another season, a wamer time,
when everything was bliss,
but something beneath wasn't right,
could I re-align, make it back?
The tale will be told by time.

The earth is solid and
kissing my soles, still
levitating or tripping on
two left feet, I know

I'll find my balance and my path
if I keep determined enough,
find my center of gravity and
let this inner child grow up.

Secret desires and their
consistent disruption
threaten my tunnel vision
and volcanic eruptions
of unjustified negativity
and blatant rage have
been charging through me,
blasting out of me
so furious in this frigid cold,

I must learn control.
Its the only way back to summer,
the warmth, this I know.

I must let myself grow.
I must learn to let go.
I must find a path, I know.
And I must find a way to bleed
and feed the soil of the sacred earth
that's been calling out to my wary feet.

 

[RareForm]

i like how you used to summer to symbolize warmth, seeming comfort. i know this would sound great read aloud.

 

[5FACES]

I completely agree with RareForm... your use of imagery is awesome.

I must let myself grow.
I must learn to let go.
I must find a path, I know.
And I must find a way to bleed
and feed the soil of the sacred earth
that's been calling out to my wary feet

.
I know that feeling all too well.