Still They Come

A poem about my life’s path and calling.

 

      Still They Come - Stormwolf

This path has cost me dear.

A lifetime searching for the truth.
Blind alleys and faithless lovers,
loss upon loss…
ridicule and scorn,
companions
on the journey to myself.

Still the fire raged.

Many times I prayed for release,
but
this scalded skin / my torment
fastened my will to greater things.

When brought to my knees
I rose again
only stronger.

I knew no other way.

Oh, to know the security of ignorance.
The bliss of fitting in,
blinkered to the world
and all its pain.
A pit pony instead of
the canary in the coal mine.

It never could be…

I chose this path before I came.
When I resided with the stars
and deep compassion sent me here
to try in my brokenness
to reach out
to those who felt in need of love…
sharing that empathic bond
through self reflection.

So now,
embracing the last quadrant
of my medicine wheel.
Chastened by circumstance
and the hidden power and beauty
in suffering
(because it always comes gift-laden)

I remain in service to the people.

My Red Road has forged a heart
that loves deeply with no restraint.
That sees the light in others
and strives to help them shine.

So still they come…

and I am at last
at peace.

 

 

© stormwolf 2020
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Supratik
8 months ago

“So now, embracing the last quadrant of my medicine wheel. Chastened by circumstance and the hidden power and beauty in suffering (because it always comes gift-laden) I remain in service to the people. My Red Road has forged a heart that loves deeply with no restraint. That sees the light in others and strives to help them shine. So still they come… and I am at last at peace.” Beautiful journey to peace Alison. No wonder you have become a healer with a heart that loves deeply and, perhaps, unconditionally. Good one from your pen again. I feel less empowered… Read more »

Guajiros
8 months ago

Quite a journey you describe here. I think you should be proud that so far you have followed your own destiny (if that’s the correct phrase) and not drifted along in the wake of ships in the night like so many of us are inclined to do.
Being at peace is life’s greatest gift. (I don’t mean death of course :))

Gomathi
8 months ago

Very challenging to pen one’s painful experiences and relive them as one inks. But then the triumph over self and life’s vagaries has to be written and shared. Thankyou for this amazing poem Alison.
Best Wishes, Gomathi.

Gomathi
8 months ago
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Agree!! And we got to read a really moving poem!
Best Wishes, Gomathi.

Sweetwater
8 months ago

Amazing self analysing poem, tearing away your skin and exposing deep emotions to find your true meaning in this life. Very brave of you to share your inner torments over the years. As one who at the age of twelve realised I was in the wrong time and felt out of place from then on I seem to have stumbled across the rough terrain of life to arrive here, none the wiser but pleased to have made the distance. The turbulence certainly came through very clearly in your writing, I love the lines ‘I chose this path….with the stars’. Sue… Read more »

Gothicman
8 months ago

A wonderful insight into your mind Alison; profound messaging in your flowing style that becomes a pleasure to read. I think too that certain experiences set up a slow-forming, core-structure of Life-impressions that eventually create a driving force that wills one on to a sort of personal mission, or calling; it may remain personal, or be altruistic and involve trying to help others with similar mental struggles to resolve some of the nagging mysteries of Life, including thoughts on Death and loss. As you might expect from me, I do think a ‘calling’ is a drive that’s created and sourced… Read more »

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