by Baraneh Quest

Created on: December 07, 2008

The haze has been green, muddy, fuzzy, sick.

Toxic, draining, sweaty, ick.

Spent too much time hating this part of me.

Wishing it away and praying to 'just be'.

But wishing doesn't get you far.

And neither does the drink, neither does the bar.

Men look at you and you know they don't mean well.

And you wonder when you'll reverse the spell.

When will it be clear, blue, crystal, and sweet?

What will it take, what will you do, what place to meet?

Some call it growing pains, others call it hell.

I'm calling it what it is: drainage from the spell.

It hurts to stay here, it hurts to go.

But leaving this place, where you stayed low,

Will help you, love, more than you know.

Build your strength to leave your woe.

Remember the ease of the foe.

It's easier to rip the stitch than to sew.

Going to the sickly place, seeping into the dark,

Leaves you weaker and makes its mark.

Its so much easier to give into cheap pleasures,

The drink, mindless sex, lazy leisures.

Harder it is for sure,

To work towards what's pure.

To be authentic, genuine, and honest with yourself,

Brings on clarity, purification of soul, and inner wealth.

Fall you will, my love, trip and crash,

Honor the good in you, and let the rest turn to ash.

Let go, let go, let go of long-held brood.

Free your mind, your spirit, lighten your mood.

It weighs heavy on the soul,

To be trapped in a hazy, dark hole.

Going down the mountain is free and easy,

Reaching higher is harder, air thinner, weezy.

But what you gain from working towards light,

Is a purer heart, a happier soul, and greater might.

Surely, I don't like the dark, green, hazy place,

But I have found that within me, even then, I hold grace.

When I embody that sense of 'know',

I am pure, I am love, I am free to go.

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