Spoken

When lost in the wilderness

trapped between the shadows of trees

who tower as distraction

and hide the sky from the eyes

a sign of love that speaks to the heart

speaks the words like a light

it flames the spirit with new eyes

to see the paths that encouragement ignites

no longer wandering in darkness

though it still surrounds

because someone care to remind

you’re never without worth

not a hideous vagabond to be forgotten

or some wretched soul only deserving

of being banished to oblivion.

 

In that moment life renews

as a spark to inspire another step

because in the silence of that solitude

a wind blew in what was spoken

drives towards the meadows

where flowers bloom and day is bright

so far from the wooden maze in crippling control

that so sucked the very breath out of existence.

 

At least alive in the pure expectation

there is a world in which to dwell

away from the sobs and sorrows.