The Story of My Life

On a lonely morning rain
I saw tears upon a window pane
I climbed to the top of my world
I saw a crescent moon like a blade that’s bathed in blood

As a helpless doctor cried
To lift this weight I could never bear
But I’ll sail the sea that I left unsailed
An enchanted day now I am a free child

An old familiar river roars
Into my room for a loveless bed
The water’s rising high
I’ll softly sing my metaphor for death

It’s the water that I drink,
Try to build this boat with broken hands
My best intention tells us truth
And shows the way now I am a free child

Lift this curse I’ve grown, drown this
Demon below a Western swell

I read this a few times and it still remains a mystery to me…which adds to the beauty of it. Sometimes poetry we don’t understand is more beautiful. There is something very sad and courageous in the words of the narrator, almost something final. I will read it a few more times but it’s very interesting. I want to dive into the mystery of who this person is speaking his words.

Perhaps it is the soul’s looking down after death and seeing the world he’s leaving behind…perhaps not. Some poems i think are better not being able to be figured out. It’s spirit and loveliness can be more sensed that way. Beautiful enigmatic poem.

thanks for reading !
i appreciate it
i think i was thinking of escaping depression and being reborn into springtime as i wrote this

Nature itself can be the wisest of teachers (your signature) May everything that is good and beautiful in springtime and the universe be reborn within you. Listen wait and be reborn.
Bless you.

So I was thinking about this, and I’ve got it figured out now. Man, get out of Montana.