The Drums Of Understanding Poem by Kasia Fedyk

If truth knew the way home
the fire place would burn
feeding the flame with living wood, with life it gives,
smell of pine a welcoming relief.

If I only could in some subtle way
simply try to dissolve this atom, like a chemist
working on a cure
to stop the growth of cells for the dying body.

I stop and think, looking back at all the adventures
I find a binding link to what was so needed
to fill me, it has arrived only in fragments
-arrived, like a wild horse,
stopping at my door, opening some parts of me in some vital way, there is a light at the end of the tunnel,
~ I opened the door
just knowing.

How easy it is to walk hand in hand with misery,
close contact bruised me severely, tempering with me
paralyzing my movements so desperately needed
to survive.