***Inspiration for this came out of a conversation with a friend who had sent my the lyrics to the song that ends Pink Floyd’s The Wall. I have never listened to it, well I have but never paid attention to the lyrics. As we messaged back and forth and the album was explained to me the words just began to flow.***
I once was a woman who was lost
stumbling through the darkness
wrapped in shadows and vines
unable to break free from the morass.
Paths shrouded in mystery
pain, despair, hunger and thirst
as I clawed my way forward
thorns scratching at my sides.
A crown of brambles sits low upon my brow
pricking the fine skin
trails of blood smear along my face
tears that I can no longer cry.
When sunlight does finally appear
driving away the gloom
the malaise I have suffered
I gasp in the clean fresh air
and am healed again.