Growing beyond surviving

Anyone who seeks to turn
Trauma and horrors’ emotional energy
Towards compassion and kindness
Embraces the deepest wisdom.

Our culture has a dearth of love.
I applaud all those who
Long to grow that seed.

The need is great.

Hansel and Gretel’s Father

Children’s voices in town
Echoes in the forest
Crying out judgement
Of deep failure, trust
Crushed, sacrifices upon
Lust’s altar. Offerings
Offered to an uncaring
Soul. Reminders of
Horrors he willingly
Inflicted upon his beloved. 

Here I stand

And so I stand
Upon this green hill
Watching the rage filled
Banter below. Unable
To comprehend, to
Descend, swinging
Into the mass melee
Of standard life.
I must stand aside
Playfully exploring
Within the forgotten
Grasses on this hill-top
Field, lost within the
Echoing glory of the
Neglected and unseen.