Pondering...

 Drawing words in the dirt,

a place of reflection;

mind a swirl of chaos.

Thoughts stretch out like taught wires,

hovering without a net,

footing uncertain, trying to regain life's balance.

The weak hide deep within the earth,

mindless clones clamoring for approval,

forever captive to the bowels of lightless life.

Under the canopy of a tall oak and pine forest,

drinking in the nature that surrounds me,

birds soothe my senses,

serenading.

Autumns fresh scent

fills the air.

Decaying leaves mingle sweetly

under the scent of pine,

thoughts a constant flow

Where to start?

Which layer to peel first?

Life's onion tearing at my souls eyes,

layers of resistance fought hard,

needing release.

Scream out in the woods deep.

No one around so shriek loud,

long.

No fear here,

judgment doesn't exist in this woodland dream.

Therapy of self required.

Be of good understanding,

for self needs to find solace.

Sit a bit under the canopy safe.

While away until the worry leaves your face.

Time my pondering soul requires

to keep from the pits of mire.

In the end,

the sun shines bright on all again;

except for those buried alive and unseen