Discipline, wordle 97

Discipline.

I wish I had it.

I missed it as a child,

rebelled against it as a teenager

and forgot all about it as an adult.

I flitted through marriages,

children, friends, work,

feeling heroic for moments,

but lacking patience

for the long haul.

I sit here gazing into my past,

remembering the sublime -

writhing in guilt at my follies

and when my heart is like fit to burst

I stare at a stone – ancient, veined -

from a time when prophets roamed

and spoke of love

and I feel tears stealing out.

Maybe I have reached my limits

of self abuse.

Perhaps now, as the swallows fly back

and the Spring sun warms my bones,

I can see some definition,

something akin to discipline,

threaded through the years.

wild spirit wordle 96

faces, door, naked, lack, candlelight, imaginary, hiding, held, scurries, under, birth, root.

Preferring candlelight to sun, she went down,

away from the angry faces,

underground,

where the constant earth

cradles her.

Roots and leaves

cover her naked curves.

She scurries out

in the half light

to leave offerings

by the door

of herbs, roots, seeds

in exchange for her needs-

candle stubs, matches.

Little does she lack.

The birth of Spring will bring

her out of hiding.

When the cuckoo calls

across the wooded valley,
her imaginary chains will fall,

she will soar,

she will bloom and roar.

Her wild spirit

finally free.