Category: poetry

It’s backward, it’s forward

It’s never quite still, but yet still

It’s lost, it’s bewildered

And it’s loved beyond bounds

It’s home, it’s searching, it’s remembering

It’s carrying, it’s inspiring, it’s creating

It’s me

It’s you

It’s adored

It’s explored

It’s someone

Not seen but believed

And alive

It’s the life you give

And take to survive

It’s a soul

It’s fate

It’s destiny

Wrapped around the heart

Of mankind

It’s better to be free

Knowing bondage

Than to be bound

And not know

You’re bound

In a tree, in a thing

In a thought

In a mistaken you

From the you from

Before

You know the

Past

But that’s how you

Think

What you know is something

Kind of

Strange

I mean you’re bound

Don’t you wanna know

What it’s like to be

Free?

Indeed

Mountains are for babies

Because they cradle

Like a mother’s arms

And just for a moment

You’re fearless like a baby

Growing to know no fear

Safe from before

But even then

When you’re grown

They still promise

A sunrise and sunset

And a start

And finish to home

But we know fearless

Is not safe

The mountain then

Is more than a cradle

It’s a keeper

And it can only keep so far

The mountain

It’s too exotic

Like a mother’s arms

It will only cradle so long

Keeping without time

Yet

It loves its babies

Kept safe inside

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For Scarlett, my sissy ❤