11/6/11

As I wandered the wastelands

towers in ruin around me

lay a tree no mortal eye could comprehend;

no mortal mouth could describe.

Beneath it, he rests;

a giant chrysalis.

And as the leaves rattled; like children waiting to be fed;

the howling winds danced around me; and I looked.

The destroyed fires; the wrecked buildings,

What once dared to grab the sky; on its knees

even remains of mortals, just trying to grab on,

And they pointed in one direction; like schoolchildren taunting.

A tree, in the center. Its leaves rattling,

its core; pulsing

its chrysalis; rocking as if it beckoned

and though I knew better; I dared to touch it.

And I saw it.

I saw the chrysalis; its pulse growing heavier,

it glowed from the inside; it started to cleave itself open,

I almost thought I could reach the hand escaping the chrysalis.

And then I saw it.

as it darkened; its pulse slowing,

the embers let little glowing beams; pouring from cracks.

There were no words to describe this tree; as it bent; distorted and twisted as it came to the ground.

Have you ever seen a candle?

The tree tried to describe the flickering flame; dancing wildly,

I could almost hear a scream of pain

and then nothing.

It did not go without leaving marks; though;

it joined the others;

just mounds of dust;

in the barren wasteland.

I thought long and hard;

The others must have been beautiful too;

and I felt rage and sorrow flood me until I drowned from the inside out;

but I swallowed it and just kept walking.

I like to believe that is what this wasteland will mold me into;

Because stopping only draws pain and sorrow;

reaching only brings destruction

but walking brings about nothing.

It's just how I roll