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I stand like a Tree

surrounded by City.

Harsh, cold concrete binds my roots!

I shift uneasily in this

Unwelcoming ground,

while the fumes from the constant stream

of snarling metal beasts keeps me from breathing deep.

I find it only brings the despair and anger

of the City deeper into my Heart.

I fear the awesome bite of these gleaming brutes,

yet far worse is the bitter miasma that constantly seeps

from their Masters and Mistresses...

The Walkers, the Pourers of Concrete,

the Lost, the Despairing and the Murderous.

The Wind runs wandering fingers through my emerald hair.

She's trying to comb away some of the worry and thoughts

that lie so heavy on my head in these troubled times.

With a sigh, I turn my face towards the glittering Sun.

I drink in His Light and dream....

I Dream...

I dream of a time when the Air was not thick

with the accumulated sludge of raw emotion;

A place where my roots can hold tight

to Mother Earth, without fear,

without regret,

or imposed control.

No walls of iron, no poisoned elements...

Somewhere free of this constant assault,

Endless noise,

And the torturous errosion of overwhelming Misery!

I bathe in the comforting warmth and

Beauty of the day

and Dream

Of Joy,

Security,

Freedom.

I cling to the moment,

And dwell not on the coming of the Night...

I stand,

Like a Tree...

Surrounded by City.

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Obviously NOT a Happy time in my life, but I drew what comfort I could from the world around me. I'm so happy to be out of that awful place and time in my life that it almost seems like it happened to someone else. I suppose this would be free form poetry in style? The point I was really trying to make to myself was that despite everything there is still Beauty in the world and ...I was still standing. Giving some kind of voice to all of this turmoil helped me to grip it firmly and begin to let it go. All of Life is transition and trasformation, constantly in flux. All too often we chase that which makes us most miserable rather than just be content with what comes our way. Most often, we see what we Want life to be rather than the truth, cold reality. Resisting the Truth only delays the inevitable.

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