Aspen
I press my miserable limbs into the branches of an aspen and plant my tired roots into the cool, sweet earth. Tossing my leafy fingers to the clouds, I drink in the sun.
I have chosen to leave behind my wretched nightmare to live high above the world and its choking fumes. I have chosen instead to breathe in the delicate perfumes of mountain air: wildflowers, pine, and busy streams. I can now stand straight and tall with pride and dignity, knowing I have the right to grow as tall as I am able. I have shed the tangles of a life gnarled with uncertainty, and have let the gentle rain wash my new wood of any useless questioning. I shall never be afraid of what is to come or find myself trapped in what has passed, because all that matters is Now.
Day after day, I watch as people pass by in little cars, and I am glad I will never have to know the frustrations and anger that keep them from looking my way. I will never see them again; they have their own problems to go home to.
Listening to the steady rhythm of the plants and animals around me, I know that I can finally be happy. My life is no longer measured in seconds, but moments. My joys are no longer set against my tears. Nothing matters except water, the air, and the sun. I am no longer weighed down with heavy blood nor frightened heart. There is only the steady pulse deep in my core that tells me I am Alive.
And I am.
Alive.
I have chosen to leave behind my wretched nightmare to live high above the world and its choking fumes. I have chosen instead to breathe in the delicate perfumes of mountain air: wildflowers, pine, and busy streams. I can now stand straight and tall with pride and dignity, knowing I have the right to grow as tall as I am able. I have shed the tangles of a life gnarled with uncertainty, and have let the gentle rain wash my new wood of any useless questioning. I shall never be afraid of what is to come or find myself trapped in what has passed, because all that matters is Now.
Day after day, I watch as people pass by in little cars, and I am glad I will never have to know the frustrations and anger that keep them from looking my way. I will never see them again; they have their own problems to go home to.
Listening to the steady rhythm of the plants and animals around me, I know that I can finally be happy. My life is no longer measured in seconds, but moments. My joys are no longer set against my tears. Nothing matters except water, the air, and the sun. I am no longer weighed down with heavy blood nor frightened heart. There is only the steady pulse deep in my core that tells me I am Alive.
And I am.
Alive.