Cerebral whirlwind.
Banyan thoughts intertwine with disconsolate weight.
That's fine. I'll wait.
I've collapsed to the harsh unyielding ground.
It's welcomed now.
Aspirations relinquished.
It's easier this way.
Dismay.
Face down, the weight should subside soon.
Time elapse. Midnight to noon.
Where was the appeal?
Was it ever there?
The feel:
Constrained.
Confined.
From the cold soil,
The roots have coiled.
The familiar warmth beckons.
Light.
What does it look like?
It's now or never.
Eradication:
A worthwhile endeavour.
Roots decay and crumble.
Where has the weight gone?
Lifted. But can I carry on?
Rise.
Welcome light.
An old friend embraced, a weight erased.
From content contempt to bliss abound.
Life has sprung from this lifeless ground.
