Cycles

The birds in the trees.

The animals

The sound of geese across the water

This cycle continues every day on this planet

In the city

The people are unkind

Their boundaries are frightening

Their lives unknown

Inside the house there is light and warmth

There is shelter and potential 

There is the possibility of healing

I am humble.

I know not what lies ahead with each day

I feel horror. Perhaps the horror of a life out of my control.

Underneath my mind is a perfect lawn that symbolises truth

It sits there unassuming

It says. All is not lost, there is room here for your spirit. Behind this dark curtain, there is room here for you to heal.