Graced
In need of resuscitation– I can no longer breathe.
It’s hard to see the forest when you’re lost amongst its trees.
Circumstances beyond my control have brought me to my knees.
How many more cuts– before I no longer bleed?
Confusion sets in– is this another test?
Eyes set to the skies and in the darkness crept.
Snakes move in the grass– look right and look left.
The journey through this maze has rendered me bereft.
Rose coloured glasses– meant to shield my eyes.
Lead me right to the center of this self created demise.
Nothing as I remembered– much to my surprise.
Middle of the forest– no one to hear my cries.
So how do you build– when your foundation is always shaking?
Everything that you know shattered and/or breaking.
Destruction translates to clarity in the making.
Clearing the way for the path I’ll be taking.
Gasping for air– still trying to breathe.
When out stretched a hand from behind one of the trees.
Teaching me to stand– bandaging my knees.
As I learn to heal my wounds and how to stop the bleed.
Searching for the answers– so I can pass this test.
And before I knew it– in more helpers crept.
Widening my view– pan right and pan left.
Removing the haze sent to keep me bereft.
Welcome the Sun– a view with fresh eyes.
Now easier to see– what led to my demise.
There is a way forward much to my surprise.
The help that crept in– had been following my cries.
Am I ready to speak– though my voice is still shaking?
Clearing the way barriers now shattered and breaking.
Clarity leads to realizations in the making.
Revealing to me the path I’ll be taking.
~Ruby L.S.~
18.2023.06
