The clearing
The clearing
No longer
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No longer

New poem, 1 December 2021 (audio version)

No longer

Too long caught
in the woods by
clawing thorns
that scratch
insistent messages 
that confirm 
their catch
and say
there is no way 
through,

I close my eyes 
and feel my sense of 
who I am and
where I am dissolve
and make the space
that loosens 
clawing thorns’ grip
until 

there is only 
empty air and 
in the air a scent
of grass that I know
only grows 
in the clearing 
in my heart,

and I don’t even need
my eyes to open 
to see 
that I am there 
and I am free and 
that the forest 
that I thought 
I was caught in
has no hold on me.

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