Branches

the wind blows a fury at me

I cracked the grain of happiness with my chisel

held a precious flower in my hand
then crushed it...

what have I done?

my insides twist and churn-
like I'm stabbing myself repeatedly
but no release from the agony of regret
no death to take away the pain...

only acceptance and time and hope...
that I will learn and grow wiser for this

cause, no matter how many tears fall
how much I plead with God in prayer
I cannot go back and change the wrong I have done

each day like a tree
with different branches to follow
each branch leading to fruit:
some of it bitter, some of it sweet
yet we must swallow, eat whatever kind of fruit we find on these
branches
live with the choices we make

humbled, broken
tainted by my shadow
scarred... I seek the spirit again

walk through the aftermath of a storm

see that a tree has fallen
feel sad, a big beautiful tree;
realize that even the strongest things in this world
can be uprooted and torn down

around me are fallen branches - scattered chaotically

in my mind's eye all I see is mist

I must try to be still

quietly wait for the sunlight to pour through once again

dispel the mists

as in time it surely will...