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Into The Woods (Part 31) . . . The Final Chapter

Vincent Van Gogh

A Wind-Beaten Tree 1883

 

 

 

 

Bulky stars pierce the blackened sky

like beacons from a distant land.

My soul: swollen, bruised and aching.

Nothing goes as planned.

 

Before the night settled in,

Before the fog fell heavy here,

I felt the woods around me

Coated with familiar fear.

 

Lost

Impoverished

 

Trailing through night by night

How could I fail to recognize?

The stiff woods outside of me . . .

All smothered with soupy lies.

 

All the trees, the dark, the paths,

The mystery, the monsters three,

My twisted limbs, my broken bits

Are really the woods inside me.

 

Wayward

Consumed

 

The nearness of this knowledge

Bears stubby thorns of escape . . .

The outside woods inside me!

Tangible truth is a stabbing drape.

 

I slanted inside, slipping into the woods,

But God pursued each step and tumble.

His presence graced my wooded self,

Waving me toward the door marked humble.

 

Escape

Merge

 

This concludes the "Into The Woods" series. If you missed the beginning of this series, click on "Into The Woods" to catch up.

If you've enjoyed the "Into The Woods" series, be sure to check out "In The Room" and "Trudging Through the Tunnel".

Into The Woods (Part 30)

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Progress is not created by contented people.

Frank Tyger

“Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life.”

Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956);

Poet, playwright, theater director