Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Devolution (Running from My Problems)

I run through the forest,
Thorns shredding my skin,
Hoping blood, sweat and pain
Can cleanse me within.

My breath becomes jagged,
Tears flow from my eyes;
I'm a scared primal beast,
Both savage and wise.

Embracing the death
Of the world I once knew;
Now the old truths are lies,
And the lies are now true.

Ruth Powers, copyright 2009


  1. Very powerful, Ruth!

    I have some poems that I've written, in a similar vein, but I don't want to get them out to print them here, as they are painful for me to read

  2. Thanks Dr. J.

    I know exactly what you mean.

    If you have time, read the poem, "Compromise", which I wrote a few days ago (first under "Poems" link). I cried when I felt it, when I wrote it, and reading it even now chokes me up.

    Some poems come from a deep place.