Unshackling the feelings

There comes a time when one stops restraining
the avalanches of thoughts, and stops hiding
the skin that slowly dies and exfoliates, and rejuvenates
again, to wait and discover an another cycle of life.

One stops for a while just to take care of one's garden,
to bloom flowers for the coming spring, and to thank god
for whatever one still has got, at the moment, forgetting
the things that fell and shattered in the storm that passed.

Silence of idleness answers to the one, lost for years
on the trails, haunted by the eerie queries formulated
one after another by the insanity, and the claws of mind
become fierce and faint, with the waves of consciousness.