The light and the shadows

-

 Gone are the strings

Snipped by sharp scissors 

Each coloured chord

Holding you tethered

Unevenly severed

You might topple

Hard as it is

To keep both feet on the ground

The stresses and strains

Want to drag you away


The green ones a burden

As are the others

All shades

Pulling you upwards

Out of your comfort

For now anchored firmly

As you sharpen the cutter

Snipping each one

It might take a long time

To cut your way free

But best cutting something

That is not you or me


The circle disperses

As your ills sail away

Up into the heavens

Where they pop 

Dropping the stresses

Like cold stinging rain

Unforgiving torrents

Of psychological pain


When we are free

Living right now

Looking back when it's over

Or at least 

Under smaller clouds 


Think of the colours

You released over time 

Embrace summer showers

Dance in the rain

Or sit in the quiet

Enjoy a quieter brain

Place bare feet firmly

On wild open ground


You've employed all times wisely

To redress the balance 

Followed an instinct

Discovered new talents

Walked in the country

With mud on your boots

Went on a journey

Established stronger roots.


AGL


From out of the shadows 

He steps with his hat on

Dark wool that's itching

As he claws with brown fingers

Relief for a time 


Head crouched so low

Folks can wonder

 If he is pained 

Some are afraid

But he's not a monster

Shoulders are aching

Fingers chewed raw

Hes out for tobacco 

Then home he will run

Back to his solitude

Safe in his place

Friends who have forgotten 

That he is a mate.

(#Mental health awareness. think of an old friend who might be caught up, in battles with demons, alone, scared, unemployed. 

Or a single parent family

The old boy next door

Wee Mary from down the road

Humanity in folks shines like 

Gentle silver shimmer 

On a mountain Lochan 

Serene

Saving

Giving

Warming

Loving

Human?

Loyal

Supporting

Feed the homeless if you can

Or offer clothing

The odd coffee

To the guy you walk past who his begging

If you've a heel

Be more helpful

Don't offer scorn 

What if it was you

Bad things may happen

You don't know?

Warms his bones 

Aching, forlorn.





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