Page 30 - Fallen Thoughts

To Them

To them the road is as winding as their way of life,
Twisting and dodging all the obstacles and opportunities that present themselves,
It is their sky; a sign that freedom lies waiting,
The road guides them away; to a place where they can be free,
The road will deliver them to wherever they need to be,
And they ask the road to help them escape from themselves.

To them the mist is like a blanket, covering everything man-made and cruel,
It is a bandage, isolating their hurt so they can heal,
The mist plants a kiss on their heads, telling them they will be okay,
They feel as if they could become whole again, if only they could stay in the mist long enough,
And they ask the mist why it continues to do good, when it knows its efforts are meaningless?

To them the trees are like an encouraging story in the silence of the night,
They are their symbol of life in the midst of so much death,
As the harsh wind blows, the trees sing them a song of hope and reawakening,
They have a hundred reasons to leave and yet the trees give them a million reasons to stay,
And they ask the trees to teach them how to grow during the darkest nights.