The footprints of my trials
through the trails and harsh miles,
the moments where I fell.
Always felt I'd failed.
To trees I thought I'd get nailed.
Spoke my words to show
the hell of feeling mentally unwell.
In this world where only following
the herd allows you to graze,
I realised I'd much rather drift,
and watch the world in a dreamy daze.
To the moments where I rose,
on clouds through the atmosphere.
When I spoke, and my rain-soaked voice
strained through
the wispy membrane
wrapping the world
in its clingfilm cloud residue.
To then let those
words soar loud.
Proud.
Birds of peace,
feathered wisps in the air.
The times I swam against currents,
when waves were pushing against me.
I struggled on relentlessly,
to find my own island paradise,
with its own sand beaches.
I kept clear of people's clawing reaches.
Not content to be pulled back in
to those murky waters again.
The flight of my thoughts,
as they caught in the sunlight,
and glistened like rays of light
through diamond cut insight.
The wings fluttering.
Every beat - a ripple
across the sands of life,
the grand old hands of time.
Stopping to listen
to each muttered line.
Every beat - a page turning,
until the book is complete.
Thanks for reading
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brill
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