mr. toad

with no light from the moon,

mr toad wondered in darkness.

appreciating the light glimmer from the stars barely breaking through the dark night's sky.

with him he carried regret, shame, even a little loathing,

along with the habits that formed from these seeds.

he made himself comfortable on a log near a still pond..

as his skins meshed with the water,

it all came out.

the ugly

the dark

the pitiful

he watched it all move out of his body,

into the stillness of the water.

"what is happening?"

"you're seeing what happens when you are genuinely sorry.

when you truly express it, the energy gets released.

but you, mr toad,

have a choice of whether you are going to hold on or not.

that's up to you."

overwhelm came.

it felt as though he was backed into a corner.

he had to take responsibility for his life.

that was the way through.

he no longer wanted out,

he wanted through.

as his feet touched the earth's dirt again,

it was as if for the first time.

he could feel how alive everything was around him,

himself included.

he was renewed.

and just like the moon,

he was born anew.