Two steps from hell. Part two.

Two steps from hell. Part two

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Seek the good roads, seek the kind people.

Two steps from hell- part two.

The walls.

Damn the prison we create, damn the voices, telling us lies. I want to ascend from the locked door, the cold white walls. I want to hear Mother Nature whispers. I need the sea dancing at my feet, and I need to hear the sounds of the forest.

I need the music of the birds and I need to know. I am free from the white cold walls. I was born with a clean mind and I must seek the free places. That don’t steal my kindness from me.

I told my little one, my baby grand-daughter Baby Bella Mia. I will teach you to learn the rhythm of the sea, the sweet song of the deep forest. I will show you.

We can be brave and knock-down the prison walls. See the beauty of the land, the sea. Being kind to each other and Mother Nature. We must do.

Coyote