Evergreen Axe Poem by Anita Shanti Joseph

Must you drive my centre away
And tilt my balance?
My little toe cries
And moves to tears
The pumping heart
Madness seeps in and eats my soul
I’d like to undo the chains
But angels tie it down
Life turns to a roadless map
Without a loving hand.
Have ye read me wrong?
Tell me what if …
I told you – you’re the centre of my being
Life is short, to ashes or dust
We can all read that
But life and truth are enduring forces
Truth will burn the will out:
It shines for ever
No guilt to task
As evergreen trees musty till the axe…