I wrote this about my struggle with mental illness and the things that can alleviate the pain.
I wish the wild wood would relieve this mire
This deep pit somewhere within my pale soul
It’s stirring, pulling, becoming more dire
I just wish something would fill up the hole
From time to time life throws a bone my way
Allowing me a short, quiet reprieve
As days pass on, as wild boughs start to sway
And gentle grasses ripple, dance and weave
The dappled sunlight soothes my aching heart
And springtime colors ease my hectic mind
And stubborn wild wood rips my life apart
Yet I see energies being intertwined
Take me to wild wood so that I may rest
And lay my weary head upon your chest
