THE MAN BENEATH THE ROOTS
copyright Erin LeFey 2011
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He knows what secrets you keep
Locked inside, buried deep
Shameful secrets long dead but unto their own
And still in deepest altars they are atoned
Beneath the roots of the heaviest trees
Under the dirt, wet with sticks and leaves
By some sad ragged and tortured soul
His face always hidden, reading that rigid scroll
Reciting your sins, one by one by one
His scratchy old voice you cannot outrun
So you listen and know, this is what you created
From all of the hatred and lying unabated
You could have looked to the light
And found that flame there glowing bright
But no, that wasn’t you then, it isn’t you now
This is what happens when you stop believing in consequence.
Tiny water droplets form on the roots above and fall
A chill of the wind reaches the tree tower and calls
The man coughs and spits into the fire
It drops into the dirt of an echoless cave
The creatures run from it
You want to run from it, but this is your creation.
A tiny woman dressed in rags hums a faint melody
Throws a log on the fire to make smoke in the damp air
The old man mutters how he thinks he’ll be home soon
She answers back that she doesn’t really care.
He begins to cry again, but he pushes on and on and on
Reading your sins from the rigid scroll
Reciting them one by one by one…the place is reeking now
It reeks of your present, you do avow.
You lay on the ground numb, contentedly so for now
Wanting to get up and simply walk away
But this is yours; you can’t keep these ghosts at bay
There was one way in, and now it’s locked and barred.
You will have to face yourself, your fears – they don’t care if it’s hard.
Stop hiding in the shadows, show yourself!
Commit yourself to one last stand and own up to your part
Darkness will come so very soon.
You are not the first one to be here.
You’re not even the only one right now.
Yet you, my love, are being given a chance. Find the keys,
Find the way back to you. You have everything you need.
Your mind will become stronger. Your body will grow stronger.
He will just stay cramped over that rigid scroll of your sorrows for as long as you listen.
There will be more. The visitors will come disguised as heroes, and you ‘have to ‘see through ‘
Through it all. Get out of the darkness, Get out of the dream world, it’s all an illusion.
Take yourself back. Take your life back. Take your strength back.
And fly far away from here.
Whatever brought you here was not that important. Let it go.
Find your horse again and ride out to your troops and your castle
Command your armies once more!
Lead the men, who look to you for strength and inspiration.
Take your rightful place.
Remember the past events only as a trial you had to go through in order to heal through.
Hell makes a rough passage
When you make it through and come out on the other side – special powers
Are bestowed upon you.
Take one last look at the man at the embers. Do you know why he is reciting the sins of your past? Do you know why he doesn’t want you to forget the horror? Do you know why he makes you feel impotent and like nothing? He wants your power. And in that state, you’ll do the easy thing and give it over freely, just to be left alone.
It’s your choice, but life is not meant to be merely lived through – it’s meant to be lived, one adventure after another, in full color, to where you go to bed at night dreaming of the next day or week.
Don’t let them take you.
See the man, see the roots, feel the smoke in this musty air
Decide if you’re going to stay