Stand Tall

Autumn’s rot

wet foliage

shredded 

browns

golds

crimsons

scent of decay

filling nostrils

not unpleasant

not to be worn as perfume

climbing upward

heart racing

eyes trained

no prize

no destiny

new road

new desire 

for self

reach high

never stop

obstacles

not a one

but your own

indifference

your own…..

neglect

has brought this brokenness

this sickness you wish to excise.

Hill steepens

breath gasped

stop

pause

turn…..

mauve

pink

golden rays

reach 

seek

upturned face

tears

unremarked

never felt 

cleansed

found

peace

serenity

beauty

fall to knees

head bent

sorrows awashed

burgeoning sense 

acceptance

forgiveness

care 

for faults

for sins

for errors plowed.

Stand 

head back

shoulders square

face foreward

no more back

each step

study of earnestment

life to be lived

shadowed no more.

 

©October 20/20

Picture is my own