I wandered through wispy trees blind in the darkness of the fading woods, the brambles searing my feet as I stumbled forward.
For days I walked the earthy maze, the bows would break and I would find that long the sun, I’d left behind.
My face I’d lost, my name I’d never known and hope what a word I’d since out grown.
But these were the brambles.
Through those days came a pale moonlight until a mountain came insight, a tall rock face and stars alight showed me my ascent.
I climbed the grey edges, hands warn by the weight my feet no longer held and into a cave I fell, out of sight.
These were the hollows: my wandering ways through tunnels of caves in a plight to see the shining night…just once again.
I reached the end, in dark I sat and found that I had a mind in which I got lost, I dreamed of colours so bright I thought they had always been there. After eternity had gave my colours back to my dreams I woke to a single diamond…no gem but a light, a hole on a path I had not seen.
Stumbling forward, rocks displaced in my steps so feverish and alight, I found light, I found a cave with an ascent to more than I could ever have seen in the colours of my dreams. The vines trailing down the side alive with flowers, the sky above a blue so contrasted to the black it burnt my eyes and I reached up. I climbed those walls and stood in a clearing, surrounded by wildflowers and the sweetest of summer breezes soothing my covered skin, my feet caressed by the gentle blades of grass beneath them, my face…one I never knew I had lit by a smile in my own freedom.
These were the groves,
And in them I named myself,