It is said; if you wear an ugly face
When the wind changes –
Your face will stay that way.
If the wind changes
While my heart is broken –
Will it stay that way too?
From the west it came
Carrying dust and sandflies.
My skin dried and grit filled my eyes.
I felt I’d never be the same.
This ill wind had blown no good.
To my despair was added discomfort.
Hopes for peace had come up short –
I let myself fall.
I cut off my hair –
No power did I divest.
No fear walking the tiger’s lair.
Not a head was turned,
As I wander through the rest.
No power the fiend – renounced.
My heart had been tempered –
Still it hammers in my chest,
The loss freshly remembered.
One hand reached out
Reviving only the best.
My heart began to shout –
All doubt washed aside,
My mind held no great contest –
True friends will always abide.
Today the sky is blue,
Somewhere behind the dark clouds.
It’s cleanliness hidden
From my addled mood.
Yet still I hide the scar,
Through the smokescreen provided
By the tiny blue pill.
My friend – my bête noir.
Sip the tea and look to sea.
Behind this wave another forms –
Regardless of the unrelenting shore.
Like me, they just want to be.
Somewhere out there it begins –
And the environment sustains its growth,
Always supporting, sometimes calming.
It rises, tall as a mountain poppy,
Tossing its head in the offshore breeze –
Until dashing itself to pieces
Upon the callous, unforgiving shore…
Hold my hand, I’m cold.
alone in this dark
while my wrists, they gently weep.
waiting for the light