SOC Writing _ 24.3.21

Hit the bottom and escape

Like only you can – you know the entry code – you know how to open the door – but will you? Can you? Find in yourself the will to express your –self in your full scary – ness - giving no fucks to the world – as only you must and follow, follow, follow – that wanderlust till the dust settles once more, dirt in your hair – oil on your hands and the sands mingled from different lands. You are arriving and there’s no telling what will happen – where this adventure will land you – sometimes – sometimes – the journey is inside – the wild, woebegone places that have never seen the light of your day, never felt the rush of your blood through them – some wild and hidden places with old names are calling out to you – do you hear them? Will you let them find you? Be lost in the forest that knows where you are – has your back in untold ways - is graciously waiting, waiting for you to turn your back on the world and come home to the warmth of your inner fires – someone is stoking and the flames are lit – there is no way back to the old hearth – the stories you tell yourself have become like the tattered pages of a burnt book – falling to pieces in your cold hands. Even as the sticks lay charred in that old circle of friends something new is waiting – like the bend in the road – like the journey that never ends – the song of a bird that captured your young heart has been heard again – everything - everything is waiting for you – has a temper and timbrel and act waiting for the play to begin upon the Gloucestershire stage – the curtain goes up and you are there naked and unashamed before the world – before time began – there was a mortal dressed in god’s garments – only if she know who she really was.