Wild With Green

I’m waiting to be taken back

To the place that’s wild with green.

With open hands, taking in the sun,

Contentment with simplicity.

The place where breathing comes easy,

And effort does not seem so hard,

Because admiring all that you’ve done and all that you are,

Will be enough.

I’ll stand with the trees,

Waiting for the souls of my feet to grow roots,

Connecting my being with yours.

Forever receiving the nutrients of true life.

Recieving without earning,

Giving without deserving,

The flower blooms,

And I know love.


Driving with eyes glaring on the pavement,

Without even knowing what’s passing by…

My thoughts are paralyzing,

I’m hoping I’m coming home to you tonight.

They say it’s a battle,

Between the heart and mind,

I believe the words that prove this,

As I fight to find the motivation to live alive.

I never understood your desire for smoking,

But right now it seems my mind is ill.

I’m wondering if a drag might help,

With racing thoughts that leave me still.

I want to tackle the world with a fire,

But I can’t seem to break a part the picture into smaller pieces,

Unrealistic expectations take over,

Discouragement slips right in.

I feel as if doing something good is not who I really am.

When I try to pray for clarity,

I hear the devil mock me with a grin,

Telling me that I am phoney.

Making me believe that God is irritated in who I’ve become.

Like my feeble voice has cried out too many times,

Over the same ole’ story,

The same sad struggle…

Like I’m not listening,

Or I’m at fault for this depressive cycle.

Am I?

Or is there another darkness at play that is sucking the joy right out of me?

I don’t want to blame and point the finger,

I want to grow;

I want to learn.