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Friday 26 June 2015

WISE WORDS FROM THE OAK BY FIONA CUMMINGS


WISE WORDS FROM THE OAK

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

 As the wild wind weaved through her hair

Whispering words to a mind that didn’t care

Gritted punches to her face

She battled to get to a safe place

Tearful torrents fell from her blackened eyes

This time she was free

After so many tries

  The chains were gone

She had found the key

Learned right from wrong

Her mind had been opened enough to see

Hearing was clear for encouraging sound

Her legs lead her to safe ground

But where would that be?

She wasn’t fortunate like you and me

Had no one to phone

Her walls were not her home

She just needed a safe zone

Meanwhile she will roam

Whilst daylight was kind

Under the orange sun

She would steal the energy to run

Through nettled narrow pathways

Turning corners finding new ways

Up the steepest hills

Passing forgotten daffodils

The air burned her skin

She could feel someone pushing within

No time to stop

She just wanted to drop

Absolutely exhausted

Blood she tasted

 Her silenced tongue

 Glued her mouth together

But time to tell what she has lived with forever

Only question was who to tell?

Tails of her life of tortured hell

People she RAN by

Saw past her

And didn’t stop to hear her cry

A nightmare not to reoccur

Her vision was all a blur

But her heart and soul carried her forward

Gave her the strength to believe

Whilst the outside did bleed

And her insides did grieve

As she looked to the sky

And began to ask why?

Answers fell to her mind

Giving her a sign

An old oak

On that day spoke

As she fainted landing on the ancient wood

“You have a choice

Don’t stop until you feel safe

Then rejoice

When you are in a safe place

Know out there is some good

Find it an hold on tight

Only you know what is right

Hold out your barbed fingertips

Drink from you’re dried out lips

Open your heart and you will see

Listen to me

I was so proud king of all trees

Then I was cut down

To our Mother ground

The outside of me is long gone

But my roots carry on

My seeds have spread long and far

As we share the same sun

The moon and a special star

You can stay with the devil in the darkness of hell

Smoke from his poisons Cigar

Where burning flesh you will smell

Or hear the bell

And set yourself free

For this kingdom

Belongs to you and me

Now you have rested on my dried out bark

Carry on don’t stop as soon will be dark

Though you will always be able to see

No matter of the light

I want you to sleep in a bed of feathers tonight

When your eyes open

In the new morning

The birds will sing you a tune

And though you won’t see the moon

It still will be there

As the sky we all share

Nothing good ever goes away

But badness will I pray

For fires burn out

But the sky never will

Say goodbye to the past

For evil is short lived

Your love will kill

All from yesterday

Let the memories go away

And the future is yours

Open those before locked doors

Take what is yours

Give what you can

Reach out for that hand

As you now can guide

Clime on that horse and ride

Across the golden sand

Fields of new

Look at our world

It’s here now for you”

 

COPYRIGHT FIONA CUMMINGS 2015

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