Mental health month I Poetry

Touched by the Healing Power of Nature

A refuge. The wild quiet that heals

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

You See…
I feel things deep rooted,
I see the unseeable, stubbornly rooted
And hear voices that can neither be unheard nor muted,
They shape how I feel about myself, about a life that can’t be rebooted.

“A walk in nature, walks the soul back home,” Mary Davis said.
So I try your paths,
Nature’s magic,
Could you unburden my soul?
Could your caress rest on my skin and heart like morning dew on a leaf?

And Alas, When I explore your paths —
From the forests to seashores,
Or just a barefoot walk on grass,
to getting lost in the sunrise and set,
or a gaze at a breathtaking landscape…

I feel you digging up those roots, the tubers—
Those voices in my head? I feel them lift — like an excised tumour.
Now, life I can humor.