26 January 2013
I was sat on a deserted beach, Golden sands stretch as far as the eye can reach, The sea so calm and crystal clear, Pleasant noises appreciated by my ears,
In the sea I see a spool, Of fish drifting toward the rock pool, I feel the sand between my toes, And walk to the rock pool to observe where the fish go,
The rocks are shiny and smooth, Covered in little tiny crevices and grooves, Dusk is on it's way the sky will soon be dimly lit, So on the rocks I take stock and sit,
A piece of driftwood is caught in the pool, I decide to use this wood as a significant tool, I pick the wood up in my hand, And draw a circle around me in the sand,
I step outside it and lay beside, Shut my eyes and listen to the sounds of the tide, Take deep breaths and contemplate, The feelings of pain, sadness and hate,
I decide that the circle I've drawn, Is the beginning for me a brand new dawn, So in the circle I begin to place, All the negative feelings I have like anger hurt and disgrace,
I imagine the people in there that have hurt me, Encompassed by the circle no longer free, When I've placed all the emotions and people inside, I stand up, step back and watch it wash away with the tide,
Now all of the negative has gone out of my being, A visual burial to the bad is completely freeing, As I walk away from it all I take a deep breath, The heaviness in my chest is gone, calmness is all I have left,
I needed that time to separate, The negative that's been looming over me of late, And now it's gone I can live again, Free from the angst free from the pain.
My Circle. • Opuss № I