Squashed

A clear space is that place

Where I am free to be and breathe

Free to falter and stumble

While I work as hard as I can

To grow to freely

As the person my soul intended me to be

And when the soul is squashed

Forced back so deep down inside of us

Is it any wonder we flounder and ache

We are like a fish that ends up on dry land

Holding deep inside it

The aching memory of that lost ocean

Our original home

That we knew long ago

But lost the way to

And if that fish then cries these tears

Of mercury

Is that then the medicine that sets

The soul free

Up and down we go

In and out we travel

Along our soul’s

Convoluted trajectory

Twisting us this way and that

Along the pathway of infinity

To find the clear space

Where we can be

Free

And swim and breathe

Exhaling in a huge sigh

All the reasons why

We got squashed

Losing our way

In order to be set free