Reified Awakening

My haunted mind is forested and entangled
amid legions of dead, decaying willow trees;
Suffocated in death's dilapidated swamps,
sated with the shadow of an ash laden breeze.

Encasing my path, rosemary floods the earth to
engulf the gray, inscribed stones of sleep beneath me.
Its dispersion of toxic spores leaves me heedless
to these resting souls who shared my melancholy.

But who am I to wander death's road, which gorges
on my bitterness and self-inflicted hatred?
This death, who leeches my pitiful reserve of life,
should not, under any pretense, be made kindred.

I am so perplexed by fate's revelation
that I, never having previous direction,
find necessity in seeking my life's purpose,
long abandoned by my constant self-rejection.

Amidst life's spiritual arousing, I encounter
fleeting sensations lingering at each footstep.
My solitary hands are for once occupied;
petrified by vacant thoughts, each limb is inept.

My peregrine soul hears a call in the distance
and is drawn, unconsciously, to the intense source.
When I am within breach I see life had called me,
called me to live free of all regret and remorse.

Who am I not to wander life's road, which provides
discernment and sensibility when in dread?
This life, who breathes love into my reserve of life,
should, under any circumstance, be made kindred.

Encasing my path, lilies flood the earth to
embrace the gray, inscribed stones of sleep beneath me.
Its release of velvet existence leaves me aware
of these resting souls who shared life's gift to be.

My released mind is enlightened and comforted
amid seas of deep green, enchanted willow trees;
Revived in life's infinite cascade of events,
sated with the aura of a hope laden breeze.