Against my reasoned sanity
I’ve kept the body tucked away
gathering its own history
consigned to resign the day
to keep my concerns at bay;
ignore the rotting sacrifice
to spite the stench of decay,
(old milk and allspice)
from behind the heating device.
When I wake it is there staring,
much of the face devoured by mice,
it feels like the fires of hell blaring.
maybe it’s the radiator,
our resentful mediator.
I passed through those dead fields of ash and gray,
To find a tall tree split, sullen and breached.
Figures around it in sulfur stone prayed,
As if words of faith this oak had just preached.
I approached slowly, not sure what I’d find.
My belabored steps sank into the mud,
And as I moved a void was left behind
That shortly after would well up with blood.
Suddenly, I was pierced by a loud voice;
One I knew to be the tree inside me.
“I offer you now, friend, a simple choice;
Leave now, forget, and forever be free.
Stay, and I will bring all things to an end.”
From madness, to this. I braved to ascend.
Grow Gray With Me 