PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

As she wakes, she walks toward the labyrinth.

This time, she intends to walk slowly... 

observing, each and every aspect. 

The beginning... beautiful.

Flowers all around. All different types. 

Aromas were pleasant, the greens were alive.

Bees would choose to collect nectar from some.

Others they seemed to leave alone.

She, proceeded, slowly, walking, waking, appreciating.

As she continued forward, the maze landscape changed.

Now it was rocky and seemingly plain.

But as she looked closer, she noticed something,

these stones were quietly speaking...

and the beauty of their patterns were seen gleaming.

Some of them colorful underneath their dusty finish.

Slowly, so slowly, moving still forward, 

these stones began to tell their story.

Exquisite they were as they shown their glory.

Her heart became warm as the sun beat down.

And she thanked all the rocks for being around.

Something about their solidity, made her feel 

more connected... grounded... 

Yet moving, still, the scene begins to change.

Tall bushes are on both sides.

They became viney, tunneling through.

She kept her pace slow, observing the blooms.

Roses, little tiny roses all open and saying hello.

She became hungry and yearned for food.

Suddenly, she noticed some fruit.

Blackberries on thorny branches.

She picked a few and they tasted delicious.

Beginning to gorge, she realized, 

this fruit wasn't tasting so good anymore.

So she spit it out onto the ground,

and the ground opened up and swallowed her whole.