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.
James Ballantyne 