This is a true story poem that I have recently written. It came flooding to me as a was on a long walk along the river in Townsville. I hope that it may inspire people to go back to self.
"I came back to being me"
Now baseball was my passion,
Played for state and my country,
The fever of the white-line,
Was how it was for me.
I loved the world of animals,
The earth, the sun and sea,
Was compassionate, fun and loving,
Put simply, that was me.
When changes to my workplace.
A tyrant boss did see,
She went and made my brain explode,
Black-Dog had bitten me.
For years I suffered badly,
Depression, tears, anxiety,
My family could not fathom,
Where the hell was he?
A coward sent me crashing,
A punch I did not see,
I woke up on the pavement,
Two Angels on one knee.
My blood was flowing freely,
Bright lights in emergency,
Fingers tucked inside my head,
They did their best for me.
I walked out in the morning,
The gift of life to see,
The Universe awakened,
My God could this be me.
My wife and I packed up our van,
A journey to be free,
Around our mighty land mass,
A Wilderness to see.
I read a famous author,
The “power of the now” was he,
I went back to simply living,
Enlightenment had come to me.
We swam and spoke with animals,
I even hugged a tree,
We spoke with Aboriginals,
Who were longing to be Free.
Camping on a cliff top,
Sun sinking in the sea,
Ten thousand humped back whales,
Swam by for us to see.
The Universe had shined her light,
I am all that I need to Be,
I was back with Mother Nature,
I’d come back to being me.
