I am wounded
I am wounded
I looked out the window
The light, streaming down
Amongst the trees
Reflecting on me
To walk amongst the trees,
A simple pleasure
Fresh scent of pine
Mind, at ease
I heard birds,
shadows flying from tree to tree
My hand to touch
This roughness of bark
Such thoughts , absurd
How the deepening light,
changes the colour of the trees
I have seen this view
Three thousand and six hundred and fifty times
Memorised it too
Always a delight
The physical bonds that hold me,
are permanent...
Ten years ago, the bullets shattered my spine in a contact
The broken back,
shackled me so
I am amongst the trees
I never went away
For, the mind is always free
Living another forest day
I cannot move,
The way I used to
The mind is never chained,
yet in this chair,
my body remained
To walk amongst the trees,
a simple pleasure
Thoughts to treasure
One day....
Please....
I feel,
Yet I cannot touch
The trees
I feel the wind
Blowing through
I wish I could too
Slow silent tears fall,
The light streaming down
Amongst the trees
I never went away
I visited you
every day...
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2023
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