In My Forest

Trudi-Lynn Marx
[fbserpico@shaw.ca]

Asphyxiating odours fill the air.
My each and every breath crippled by its invasion.

My eyes burn with disbelief.

How is this possible, I ask.

A forest so laden with beauty -- so complete with life.

Flourishing, it seemed.

Only moments before,

Only days before,

Only a lifetime before,

Stricken with panic -- the blow forces me into frantic tailspin.

I watch as the ruins flash before me.

Darkness, now my world.

Though I awaken over time, my soul's not convinced to leave the forest's floor.

But slowly I lift myself to begin the painful journey through the charred remains.

I flounder forward.

Nothing much matters,

But, it does.

Then far across the distance, an unexpected flicker of hope awaits me.

A solitary leaf remained intact.

The colour luminous -- it's simple presence, my salvation.

Pure joy, my senses feel.

I'm alive once again.

Poem © 2004 Trudi-Lynn Marx, all rights reserved
 appears here by permission

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