The Healing Wood

I’ve felt half alive for so long now, that it almost feels normal. Almost forgetting what it felt like to be whole.

Falling into that trap, that seems to be there, wherever I turn. Luring me with complacency, tempting me with a lack of motivation. Driving me down with a abysmal diet.

How easy I seem to have forgotten what always gave me strength, what was always there to mend my body and my soul.

Yet it is there, waiting for me still, the healing wood. Calling to my soul to return. How easily it gives me strength, leeching the stress from me with earth and air.

Within minutes of entering, the symbiosis begins, I meld with it easily. It wraps it’s ancient nature around me.

Slowly mending all the aches, infusing me with a confidence of spirit, leaving me whole, again.

It asks nothing in return, but respect and a willingness to preserve.