Some words must be blocked out
Never heard
Their dark, desperate,
deep disturbance
Disrupts the thine line
That I walk each day.
As they creep from the silence
I seek noise, distraction
action, engagement,
Push away the pressure
Leaving space for light.
Scarce lightness
Found outside in the sunshine
With the wind through my hair
As I glide along greenways
Nature ways
Pathways to sanity,
clarity, comfort.
There are no shortcuts
I know no easy way
to traverse time.
Just this time I find my way
quickly, quietly
Hopefully, generously,
happily, thoroughly
Following the hand
leading me along the light
Holding your hand tight
Holding what feels right.