Beyond the Shouting Tree

Incoherent thoughts pass through

as scudding clouds in moonlight will

Left unsaid retorts brought forth too late

to the threshing floor.

long unattended wounds so casually inflicted

abandonment at fathers knee

neglect at mothers teat

festering sins longshadowed in regret

barely breathing,

on stumbling

trembling legs

holding self together

clenched fisted

screwfaced agony

opening heart

sucked up hurt

spews forth

words of longing.

Regrets rattle

up to heaven

raging through

fractal branches

grief falls quietly gently weeping

moonset finds quiescent mind

softcurled amongst the fronds

wherein sleeps death of innocence.

Under silver shadowed silence.

such freshly watered roots

will sustenance seek out

from wind wracked scattered ashes

seared slow burnt hope reborn

as fresh green leaves in spring renew.

Anchored, towering overhead

ghostly silhouetted sylvan heart

beats once, twice, thrice times deeply

pumping primal sap in veins long sleeping

reluctant dormant limbs awaken, reaching

stretching, gloriously seeking to embrace

a soul in need of absolution and redemption

Internal quiet voices whisper

peace unto a troubled mind

“Go now be calm, rail no more

‘tis done remittance made in full.”

Acceptance, waking, lifts up calmer eyes

to face new challenges inscribed

upon a path that winds ahead

uncluttered clear and welcoming

beyond the Shouting tree.

Most of my longer posts are autobiographical, like this one.

One night a storm broke over me that was forty years or more in the building

Thankfully, though I had to burn the house down to do it, I did in fact find some sense of redemption, self forgiveness and a new road to follow.

For that I will be eternally grateful, cheers Sea 🙏😘

All images used here are mine own excepting that marked as gratefully downloaded gratis from Christian Buehner on Unsplash