Breathing Out The Shadows Poem by David Self

The shadows linger where the old roads bend,
Whispering ghost-tales of the bitter past,
But heavy footsteps finally find their end,
And quiet shores have come to view at last.
The demons howl, a frantic, dying storm,
Clutching at roots they used to hold so deep,
But here, the breath is slow, the focus warm,
As mindful stillness lulls the past to sleep.
In center-ground, the chaotic voice grows thin,
A steady posture aligned against the strain,
The battlefield is won from deep within,
Where silent presence breaks the links of pain.
A new path opens, crisp and morning-bright,
Unwritten pages waiting for the stride,
Step out of darkness, step into the light,
With steady breath, and nothing left to hide.