As I look to the sky with blurry sight, I think to myself, you were probably right
have I lost control of my life?
And as Autumn strips the leaves from trees
This season is stripping me
As I look towards this empty field, I ask myself, when will I heal?
Have I lost the ability to feel?
And like the rain falling from the sky
Tears start to fall from my eyes
As I look at my palms battered and bruised, I wonder how I came to lose
Am I just losing my screws?
And with each blow from the cutting wind
My tattooed skin thinned
As I scream out loud naked and raw, I remember how It felt before
knowing I can’t go back anymore
And in this thickening mud I cannot stay
I let my old self turn to clay
Ryon Maverick 
Powerful and moving! “As I look towards this empty field…. I let my old self turn to clay” The transformation of nature and of self are gorgeously portrayed!
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I always appreciate your wonderful feedback! its a great feeling to receive a positive comment and only fuels me to continue on my journey. Thanks!! Ryon
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Hi Ryon, you are so talented! Continue your journey! Best, G.
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Wow–bruised palms, cutting wind–great strong images to create a frantic energy!
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Thanks for taking the time to comment on my post, I always find pulling from real experiences makes for greater impact on the reader! have a great day.
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Hey, just noticed that I’m posting as “Sparks” which is a new blog a friend and I are creating–but it’s not up yet. It will be a blog that shares writing prompts and invites folks to share their writing–hopefully a writers’ forum will develop. My other blog is Wild Imaginings by Nancy Schoellkopf. All the best–n
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That sounds like a fantastic idea! I’ll be sure to check it out! thank you.
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