Truth is an elusive thing
A stalwart beast whose speed
is matched only by her strength
In her stance, like trees
Unwaivering
Holds the Earth together in her roots
Man tries to tame her
With words to surround her
Psychic cages to bind her
With hope, that one day
They can ride her
On her back through the heavens
Around the sun and back
But words from weak lips
are not made from gold nor steel
but from iron and lime
Walls, that peel and crack in the north wind
And break as they fill with the sands of time
– Jonathan Pointer (10/07/2020)
Jonathan Pointer - Psychotherapeutic Counsellor, Hypnotherapist, Coach 