I crept upon my empty belly,
Far beneath the canopy.
I felt the earth rub and scrape against my chest,
As I crawled and smelt the leafy mould.
I swam the flooded stream,
which overflowed with mud and dirt
And it chocked my singing lungs.
I saw the sky and it screamed,
‘Have mercy to you among men’.
While a comet streaked it’s tail across a stary night.
That night the trees shook fragile with the breeze,
And a chilly frost stung our cold and weary feet.
Then gradually the sun arose,
Nudging upwards from it’s dreary cave,
And there was a crack of light and a spark of hope,
And a heat, which seeped into our hollow bones.
Before our captured souls.
© Sean P. Ransom