I was looking through two very old writing journals for some notes and the possibility that some old ideas could be made current. I came across the following. I had forgotten that I wrote it, and while I can’t recall the specific reason or occasion that produced it, the underlying theme is common. I don’t recall if I wrote it quickly and was done with it – something that I’m prone to – or if it was written as a specific exercise. No matter. Here it is, as is.
Towards the Sun
I go towards the sun, I’m in the desert
Barren land, wilderness, a void
From a place of darkness I do travel
Carrying a load of anguish, almost destroyed
Reached the point of ultimate abandon
Disguised myself with nothing to reveal
The cloistered life I left appears before me
An endless road yet I go forth with zeal
Not certain if I’ll find a ranch or castle
A fence to hold me in or keep them at bay
Never know if I’m a passing stranger
Or if it’s a place in which I’ll finally stay
Oh how I long for a blossoming garden
One filled with sage and thyme and bees
Lush life, rich earth, and all the joys of nature
It’s me that life and I can’t seem to please
Take me down the road to a place of sunshine
Bathe me in the warmth of your caress
Let me take in a breath of freedom
Without it, my soul just won’t seem to rest
© Maria Glymph 2010
