She has woken out of sleeping skin
shedding opiate layers, the dead sugar inside
one by one the subtraction of profanity
the bitter strings addiction does bring
One, Irrevocably animal
Two, Wooden bricks ( flames begging for a lick)
Three, Forgotten borrowed ’ things ’
Four, Clumsy rusted speak
Five, Rotting harvest ( spoiled, too late)
Six, Twisting spirals, unrelenting insurgency ( dark rebel heart)
Seven, Layers seeped in deep ( Could it be the seven sins? )
Old skin to turn a new leaf green
only one leaf is her need
Green her anew outside and inside again
Left hand holds clarity blessed by Alethea ( She of Truth )
Right hand forms a cusp, an arc in regeneration ( growth)
Time moves up the scale of life being what it is
in faithful soil that her own hand spread over the bite of underneath
One green leaf
no more to eat bleeding leaves on blighted trees ( discorded pelts, toxic junk)
She seeks to color fill in forever chlorophyll for longer thoughtful days
to out grow her coward emotional
alarm set to green ( no snooze)
She is a little zephyr of more natural persuasion
sweetened by the breath of a clear sunrise to lighten the way
a little step forward towards a purer uncontaminated elation
She is a little zephyr christened by the leaves
a hopeful lily in a westerly breeze
A new leaf just can’t happen overnight it seems to me.
It’s a process likely part of a bigger process that may have started years ago.
I believe we ‘grow new leaves’ from all sorts of experiences being we are a ’Work in Progress ’.
This new growth in us may need a little help from others from time to time but I have no doubt that the first helping hand must be our own.
On another note…
I recently did a detox diet and have since been able to cut down my intake of sugar majorly from my diet…. hope I don’t fall off the spoon wagon!