My spirit soars high
Above my struggling body
What has brought me to this time?
Me?
Who is that?
My physical form, or the whole of me
Including my soul……….?

When I am lost in the mire of pain
Which seems so constant now
It is difficult to tease out the strands of ‘me’
They are there though, like tendrils, tempting me back –
Leading me back to my essence

What is the way forward?
I’m so tired of trying so hard to be well
Perhaps I should just let it be
And do the best that I can in each moment

The world feels very broken too,
Too many changes,
Making me wobble and doubt
That goodness even exists
At least, in any useful amount
There seems to be such hatred,
What brought us here?
Why didn’t I really see it coming?
I have obviously been blind

If I work gently on my inner being
Perhaps I can exude to the melting pot of the world
Goodness, and kindness
And peace,
And stop trying
So hard, so bloody hard…………
But rest in the knowledge that my spirit soars high
Because, in the end, when that final breath comes
I will be free, as free as the wind