Stepping Out

Stepping Out Nature, ouuu whimsical, beautiful, fresh and lovely. Yes that soothing place we're told it's true. I'll keep that in mind while I share with all of you. Tripping over thistles and old berries in the wild, I fell like a fragile and often innocent child as all such things serve as a brutal surprise. Emptiness begets my soul while trudging through the density of shame and forest too. Smoke smothering my lungs as vegetation releases its abuse. I stand silent fixated on a crowded tree with images suspended from a hangmans noose. In the distance blurred and gray, a waterfall flows, a mirage to bemuse the mind and I fall like a puppet on a string wobbling my way there. The fake promise of a fading brain has caught me unaware. The thick haze grows closer as the waterfall disappears while reality stickes its finger so high in the air. I stand in silence closing my vision to the world and find that place of peace contemplating beauty everywhere. Faint sounds hold a melancholy rhythm while images of ballet dancers elegantly intoxicate the view. I'm stepping out of earths pain and climbing that invisible rope to see family and friends who left the blue. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: Sept.7/2015 Time: 1: 07 am