Image by Sue Vincent
How do I mend my naked life?
Call my mind back from the barren dark side of the moon
Tell me how I stop seeding my thoughts on dark burnt land?
Ash blown memories returning.
Tell me how I fill the black space in my mind
How do I bring back the fruitful gardens of my dreams
Where hope ever beckoned?
I am reminded the burnt blackened forest will seed new life
Life will grow again, where ash scattered yesterday lays
That is Nature, it does what it must.
I am part of Nature, I will let hope renew my life
I will bloom again…