"Wandering"
The forest stretches wide as it sprints deep.
The ground has grown dark from the canopy of its trees.
Stepping into its jurisdiction, wondering to its ends
Wrestling with it's captivation, forging through its limbs.
It's depth is what I'm after, it's depth I will reach
But beyond my forests depth I'll be confronted with a peak.
Alone? I'm not. Place my hands on this rock.
I will not quit, I will not quit until I reach its top.
Stand up straight, take a breath, the air is thin and cold.
Take a look. The view exquisite as well as challenging and bold.
Shrug the bitterness off my shoulders. My hands brush off the frost.
Hearing voices in the distance, echoing "Your Lost."
Descend from my forte, the valley awaits.
Sorrow's thick, darkness reigns, still Peace in me creates
Joy emerged unyielding, Love again prevails.
Telling of such tales that sure Faith never fails.
Still the voices, louder, "Put down your cross"
I know the truth that while I wander, that doesn't mean I'm lost.
But the valley's cold with continued depth, dark clouds fill the sky
The rain comes down, the waters rise, I question, where am I?
The sun breaks through, the flood recedes, I climb from out my low.
My journey's long and testing, where next it leads me I don't know.
The sun's light is blinding, to shield my eyes I raise my hand.
I see my journey junctions through this desolate land.
Stare off at the horizon, intensely it stares back.
It questions my crossing of it's desert, implying the distance inside I lack.
My legs burn with cramps, my feet are weak and slow.
The deserts edge looks just as far as it did a mile ago.
What's the distance? Do I have it? I have to go some more.
Still I pine for its edge, to its distance I implore.
With every step I am reminded of the path I never found.
The desert only grants me with dry cracks on it's ground.
The voices speak of how I'm lost, searching for where I belong.
I tell the truth, I have been found, I've been found all along.
© Matt Bohannon 2009
nice. you just inspired me to get off my computer and read some more poetry... I've got a Czeslaw Milosz book my brother gave me a long time ago that I've barely cracked... off to do that now.
ReplyDeleteWOOO MR. MATT i am soo suprised at how awsome your poetry is well..... it was so nice having u as my learns teacher and u have tought me somthing no one has ever tought me so thank u very much!!!!
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