Through the Woods
I'm walking through the woods with my heart
trying to step in the same spots he steps
so our impact
will be gentler
on the leaves
and the plants
and the things that live and breathe there
I'm walking through the world with my heart
trying to step in the same spots they step
so my impact will be gentler
on the people
and the lives
and the hearts
that live and breathe
I'm walking through this life with my heart
holding it so tight I can't breathe
because when I loosen that grip
let
someone
someone
in
it gets hurt
and it bleeds
bleeds and stings
and I run and thrash and hide away from the impact made
not gentle at all
on my life
treading carefully
treading gently
I'm walking through the woods
with my heart
Often with my writing, a phrase or thought or even an entire post
will just start to write itself in my head. Like, I can hear my voice
speaking the words/story/poem/post and I will usually be able to
remember it long enough to get it down on paper. (Sometimes I lose it,
but that's a whole other story.)
Often, with
my poetry, I just get an opening or sometimes a first stanza. Jason
and I were out for a photo walk a couple of weekends ago and were in
these beautiful woods. He was walking off the path and I was carefully
trying to step where he did so as to disturb as little as possible. And
that's when the first few lines came to me.
I
went home and wrote them down and then just let the rest happen. I had
NO idea where it was going and still only kind of know what part of my
brain wrote it.
It's an interesting process when it happens this way, that's for sure.
1 comment:
Beautifully written. Makes me think.
Thanks for sharing. I know it's not easy for you to share.
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