Maze
Running Away by Maria Magdalena Oosthuizen
I am a part of each leaf that loses its
chlorophyll and fades from green in the maze
of my mind. Again, I try to run through, as if I could
escape, on a search for a flower garden I may
never find. Turning to rest, I laze on dying
grass next to a wall of leaves loosening their
grip to fall upon me. As my calm explodes
in chaos, I awaken from my twisting dreams,
lashing out and gasping to breathe.
Without love, long ago I became trapped
in this web, but now I know love
is the mist that quenches a heart in days of
despair. I often feel lost and alone despite
my truths. So, I perch in my blues high above
in meditation to watch a little girl on
a quest to find love. She steps tentatively
through the dark then stops abruptly to raise
her eyes to mine with desperation and void
of subtlety. I bend over her with a maternal
touch as fallen tears muddy her sinuous
paths, and I see my own face, different
but the same, flawlessly reflected in her tears.
I do not wish to uproot my past. Along my path,
I will plant seeds, look for buds of rebirth, ask
the wind to blow away yesterday’s decay.
Every puzzle has a solution. Pieces
are uncovered under a brightening light,
one that no longer flickers with intent to
disguise. The little girl in need of love still
has wonder in her eyes as she stares into mine.
On a search for love, I ask for true balance
in the Eden of my soul. That little girl
and I will wind our way through the passages
of our labyrinth
hand-in-hand.
Written 6/26/20
Contest – Maze
Sponsor – Dear Heart
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2020
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