The Wild Path

With the love of new companions

Angels that found me and a loving self

I go

To

The wild path.

Step out onto its mysterious threshold

hurting, pained, afraid

The first act of love

To walk the wild path

Alone, but not alone.

Stones reveal their shapes

Masking my pain.

Unable to feel,

their jagged shapes,

Cuts my feet, brushed off as nothing.

Walking the wild path,

In blind hope

More that expectation.

The wild path,

Awakening the wild one within.

Wild,

Daunting,

Wild,

Where unpredictable thorns tire each step,

Where danger seems to lurk,

Wild, for it doesn’t seem to end.

Wild,

Yet,

On that path, feeling mysteriously held

Where vulnerability to walk is met

hand in hand with the awakening of heart.

Walking the wild path

held by an invisible chord

that becomes a friend.

A chord laid by angels

Angels webbing

Shining, dangling, hoping in the darkness

Wild path

The call, the chord, the mystery

Wild path promises.

The wild path.

Alone.

Facing the elements

Clinging, unsure, fighting

Only the wild path.

I have to go.

I have to stay on it.

I have to do this by myself.

I have to cling on.

I have to believe.

I have to believe in a love so strong.

That has hidden itself for so long,

Its Mine.

Mine to face.

Mine to receive.

Mine to feel held,

by that angel string

and grow.

I walk, alone, along

The wild path

Where anxiety and dreams go hand in hand

Where I find

That I find

and face,

The demons I once avoided.

The shadows

and the bridge of haunted memories,

the caves of cravings.

I walk, I have to walk

towards them

with love

and know that everything I need is on the path.

There is nothing else.

Even if I feel

I can’t do this,

I can’t face this,

I don’t want to face that shame any more,

I don’t want to,

I don’t want to go there.

But

I have to.

I just do.

The wild path takes me there

The wild path

leads me straight to that door

to that cave

to that space

where I have to

I have to walk

and can do nothing more

than

follow the angel thread

and follow the angel heart

and face the strange parts on the wild path

with love.

Angels meeting me in their light.

Angels grace the path with love.

Angels help my heart to grow.

Angels and me,

walking the wild path.

Walking the wild path

Alone, but with love.

Walking the wild path

Love, making me brave enough to go.

Taken by an invisible chord

To take me back to myself

All along.