Running Home to Mother.

A very old one, the breaking out…the birth. The day everything changed, forever.





One day my mind just broke.

It fractured, in sympathy with my heart.
Like a Ming Vase invisibly flawed
from countless previous knocks
which left it looking intact,
but inside, the porcelain was cracking.

That dreadful day when trust was shattered
along with my illusion of my perfect love.
My world fragmented and became
just broken china on the floor
ready to be swept up and discarded.

I needed to get to the forest
as a drowning man needs air.
So I ran from the office and the phone,
drove to the honesty of the evergreens
and cried out among the trees for help.

Tall branches against a faint blue sky
soft moss under my feet…
Mother Nature put her arms around her hurting child
singing softly the lullaby of creation
and endless spring times
to my bruised and bleeding spirit.

© stormwolf 2020
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You have said so much here in so few words – excellent poetry.
Hope it’s not a personal experience…
Gerry x


Hi Alison, strange we should both sub poems where Nature is the calming and healing energy? Another fine example of the way modern freely-written poetry can be used as a flowing narrative to communicate emotions well, by allowing unhurried contemplation as the reading progresses. It could be romantic failure, but you’ve left it open to include any situation that reaches breaking point, often by one extra setback that breeches brave resistance. As Gerry says, so much said with so few words. Clearing the head therapy at its best! Both the escape into quiet Nature and the writing of it. Beautifully… Read more »


A very moving poem., Alison. Nature certainly has great healing qualities. Just a walk in the park can do wonders for cleansing thoughts and emotions, I find. I really love the last stanza.
Eira x

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