home

 
gathering myself, I consider my life
twisted and barren in places
disturbed by crazy thoughts, in others
dreaming wildly and reaching for starlight

winding my way through the haze
struggling to find my voice, through anxieties hold
falling into oblivion, to find my way home again

natural epiphaines and stoned out of my gourd
the heights so impossible, the lows devestating
taking risks and laying low

loved by the masses, to having no one to care at all
an interesting ride to be sure
wisdom gathered, thoughts scattered to the winds
my storm raged, warm inside the calm

treacherous understanding, to having none to speak of
knoledge gained and friends lost
my closet companion, is nature herself
nuturing this side of me, I flourish

the trees talk, the flowers bend
animals are my truest friends
learning grace and civility in a weed
they are resilient
withstanding droughts and wind

toxic thoughts, won't be my end
I will take root in the most inhospitable places
absorbing what is offered

bloom where you are planted I've hear said
touching the sky I smile
let the rain come

I am home