In Poetic Motion

I am sure you are wondering where I have disappeared to, for a day or two. I have been sweating away my demons while I planted my hope in form of vegetables.

Life in poetic motion...

The reemergence of my inner war whisked me back to my bloody altar
To sacrifice who I am again, to lessen the pain.

With the echoes in my troubled mind
Vibrating far beyond the horizons
I let myself drown in the sea of chaos
Where I wither at the feet
Of my imaginary deities
And serve the dark.

And so I have found a place that my soul recognizes as home. I ignore my tired limbs every day and in a way choose to heal everything within through nurturing this piece of land.

The sacred shrine at the end of every rhyme soaked my societal sins
To trace the pain and free the rain
That wrapped my sorrows into burdens of tomorrow.

With the sunrise blinding my eyes
I descend the valley
Where I am greeted by the morning dew
Clinging onto everything
That graces
The welcoming slopes
And the waiting plains.

And now it's every sigh and soothing birdsong are stuck in my head and I am still trying to understand how a place can be a remedy also.

_{wambuku w.}