Spreading Your Wings
Reaching out, freely; spreading your wings,
Feeling for whatever prospects life brings.
Quenching your thirst through the unlit, unknown,
Extending; begging, for somewhere called home.
Sometimes it feels like a bottomless hole,
You’re grasping and hoping, you’re saving your soul.
Every dark corner is there for the taking,
Waiting for luminance, newly awakening.
Searching each avenue, haunting each lane,
Pushing on recklessly, even through pain.
Striving to conquer, curing the aches,
Renewing the bruising, mending the breaks.
Oh, for the day when true solace arrives,
The blinkers have fallen, you open your eyes.
That sad, ugly duckling’s an elegant swan,
And all of the wretchedness seems to have gone.
2nd March 2019
Walking through the back end of the churchyard, which is closest to our house, I always notice the smooth, exposed roots of a particular tree. Similarly, there’s another tree on my usual walk, that has a complicated root system reaching out across the earth, as well as below. They are constantly spreading out to find all the moisture & nutrients they need for their survival, & this is what initially inspired this poem. It’s only when they get enough of everything they need to live, over many years, through all kinds of conditions, searching the darkness of every nook & cranny within the ground, that they can truly blossom into the beauty & majesty of what we see towering above us. I guess the same can be said for us too…