Walk Your Life
(Act I)
The hard parts,
I wanted to stomp them out.
Grind them into the ground until
Only a fine powder remained.
Breaks in the line,
Frantic, twisting, climbing.
Swaying from one pole to the other.
One location to the other.
Emotions.
Heartbeat.
Lost and broken.
Returning.
Climbing.
Colors changing,
Forms changing.
Wandering, continuing, returning.
Returning to dance.
Returning to play,
To twisting, turning, lightness, and laughter.
Returning to where I began,
To where I have never been before.
(Act II)
Calm.
Aware of opening.
My life.
My tree.
My twisted branches and snarled knots.
Wounds healing,
Beautiful scars remaining,
Gentle and worn.
Old soul, young heart.
All me, parts of I.
My life, a dance, a song.
The slowest dawn
Trickling thaw of spring,
Hesitant, yet confident.
Growing.
Returning with the thaw of spring to sprout new buds,
To grow new branches, deeper roots.
Base grows more solid,
Holding steady through the howling winds,
The storms of winter.
The texture of the darkness,
A cool delicateness.
The subtle refraction of light
Beautiful, sparkling, scared.
Growing.
Returning to where I began,
To where I have never been before.
(this poem was written in response to an experiential exercise in a course titled "Principles & Practices of Expressive Arts Therapy")
