Just when I think the last tear has fallen,
Another trickles down;
It provokes a river,
All of the pain is released.
Pictures flash across my mind –
Hopes of running free
Unentangled by life’s frustrations
Pressing towards the prize.
I leave the burden by the roadside ;
Another sweeps it away.
I long for a place of forgetting –
To embrace only joy.
I visualise a sandy path
I hear waves crash and die away
I feel the chilling foam as it touches my feet…
The sand is filled with water;
A pattern forms –
The stream departs to join the wider sea.
The sea is like life’s worries;
They come so close,
Touching our feet,
Sending shivers down our spines.
Gradually they lose their vigour,
Falling aside to join the others we have chosen to release
A silver gull soars overhead.
Suddenly it swoops and lands,
Causing a wild commotion.
The strong stand firm –
Their Leader fights for them.
Once more there is tranquility.
The picture fades.
I have melted into a luscious green pasture.
I am a foal finding my feet for the first time.
I am gaining strength and health
I see the prize before me!
It leads me over hills
I never thought I could ascend
I crawl through valleys
Unfit for worms
I will win
The crown of life is mine!
© M.R.P. 1997