The Clearing's Edge: Poetry Inspired by my Essay "The Nuanced Truth."
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The Clearing's Edge
In the depths of turmoil, where shadows play,
A clearing beckons, come what may.
A space to breathe, to think, to be,
Where conscience whispers, wild and free.
A clearing beckons, come what may.
A space to breathe, to think, to be,
Where conscience whispers, wild and free.
The trees, like sentinels of old,
Stand guard, their wisdom yet untold.
Their bark is weathered, worn and gray,
Like the lines on a face that's lived through the day.
Stand guard, their wisdom yet untold.
Their bark is weathered, worn and gray,
Like the lines on a face that's lived through the day.
In this still place, I find my voice,
A whispered truth, a heartfelt choice.
To stand apart, yet not alone,
To hear the silence, and make it my own.
A whispered truth, a heartfelt choice.
To stand apart, yet not alone,
To hear the silence, and make it my own.
The world outside recedes, its din and strife,
As I step into the clearing's quiet life.
A place where love and doubt entwine,
And the heart's deep wisdom is revealed in time.
As I step into the clearing's quiet life.
A place where love and doubt entwine,
And the heart's deep wisdom is revealed in time.
The trees, they seem to lean in, as if to share,
Their secrets, their stories, their ancient care.
Their leaves, a soft susurrus, a gentle hue,
A soothing balm, for the soul's dark bruise.
Their secrets, their stories, their ancient care.
Their leaves, a soft susurrus, a gentle hue,
A soothing balm, for the soul's dark bruise.
In this clearing, I find my way,
Through the tangled thickets of each passing day.
A path unwinds, a journey to take,
Through the shadows, into the light, for my sake.
Through the tangled thickets of each passing day.
A path unwinds, a journey to take,
Through the shadows, into the light, for my sake.
The clearing's edge, a threshold to cross,
A boundary between the world's noise and the heart's loss.
A place to pause, to reflect, to roam,
And find the wisdom, that's been waiting, back home.
A boundary between the world's noise and the heart's loss.
A place to pause, to reflect, to roam,
And find the wisdom, that's been waiting, back home.