Life is a wilderness,
A struggle through the weeds,
Boggy marshes underneath,
Life held in wildflowers,
Scattering their seeds.
Seeds strewn randomly,
Fields of colour so vast,
Thoughts murky as puddles,
Conquering ideals hopes that last.
Meandering through seasons of time,
Struggles begin to show through,
Ideals and beginnings all mixed up,
Summer arrives giving a wonderous view.
Seeing a brightness rich in colour fragrant to follow,
Thoughts placed into a perspective view,
Perhaps today or another tomorrow.
A clearing is a footpath journey to succeed,
Joyous outcome of happiness,
For that a need to believe.
Blinded is my kaleidoscope body mind and me,
Guiding me into this wilderness,
Regain normality as another,
To leave this murk of my distress.
Reliant I am to those I love,
Unleash the colour to those that are dear,
Control my inner tiger,
Without consequence or fear.
Sun bright as fire extinguishers at night,
This wilderness a fork in the road,
To take the correct route follow a scattering,
It may lighten that load.
A glimpse of light fields to walk through,
I must leave my wilderness,
Of this I must do.
Sheridan