Emerging

And the thought that rises
Rises in strength beneath the path of the setting sun.
To be seen in the glimmering of dying light
Grasping to the outcrops of life.
A salute of golden crowns adorns the climbs and their stands
Of what it means to live and of what it means, to fight.
There is a chance
A chance that today will illuminate the way.
To feel beyond the scars that inhibit the suppleness of living
To set upon a path between the haltered stops and dead ends of frost.
Beyond the symptoms of ingrained conditions
And shed a thaw to my freeze.
Here amongst the rough hearts of aged trees
Beneath the bleeding skies that filter across my eyes.
I am free to move between the shifting scenes and their endless breeze,
To lay open steps upon the sights I see
To walk across the wild where I feel free.
It’s at times like these
Where the traumas of living are lessened and life's lessons are learnt.
That the hoops and conditions
The trials and tribulations
Stand consumed upon a backdrop of growing fire towards night.
It’s at times like these
Where I can breathe
Where I can rise above beguiling clouds of mist.
Where instead of hesitation
I can find the urge and realization of what’s amiss and what's a mess
Of what it means to make amends with truth and trust and self.
It does not mean that I am lost or at a loss
As I walk across a moonlit stream
It does however mean,
I’m heading in
The right direction.