Broken people can get mended

Once upon a time
a man was left drifting
flowing in fields of dolemite
after dark shadows had called
with cruel fists that left him
beaten and broken.

He'd daily pay a visit to a bottle
his new warm and beloved friend
that left him confined to his cage
where he would sleep through raging storms
creating his own inner salvation.

Tremble under blazing suns

tossing and turning
twisting and churning
mulling things over
through the days and nights,
shivering in summer
steaming in winter.

Following paths
shaped with disorder
where God never called, 
unhinged by confusion 

and too much drink.

one day something changed
he grasped for something fresh
tingling with reparation
he began to persist
started again to smell freedoms taste.

With practice, he learnt to play again
go  once more outside into the world
to follow again, the delicate steps of breathing
to dance again with the wild glow of tomorrow
to try and shake of the residues of sorrow.

inhaling now, the sweet blossoms of the morning,
in trust again, with the whirling vastness of life

climbing up mountains, found places of magic

listened to the river, followed it's source home

from chaos within, found an echoing calm.