poetry, eh?

yeah, i gave it a shot.


dear adversity - part one


standing, revolving slowly
in a verdant clearing amongst enduring trees
wind rustling and swirling
at a deafening volume.
three hundred and sixty degrees I turn
each a different view,
sight,
possibility.
the choice is overwhelming
striking out path upon path
seemingly no way out


a blackened night
leads to a head hung in despair
the feeling of entrapment permeates these woods
surely there’s an answer?
surely this doesn’t last forever?


dear adversity – part two


the wind dies
all is quiet.
except for
the faintest trickle of a stream
masked by the leaves before
now loud as a thunderclap


hope.


I strike out a path
once more unto the breach.
reaching the brook 
the water is dancing,
twirling, 
alive.
from within 
a sense of confidence arises
there is no doubt that this small thing of wonder
will not lead me astray


the journey home begins.