Waste

Waste 

At first glance a water hole 

in the bush 

but the water is still 

an eerie quietness 

no wildlife about 

you see it’s a tailings pond 

full of waste 

pumped from a mine

waste is a part of life 

even on your device 

you have to remove trash

household waste 

red, yellow or green we dispose 

human beings have waste

physical passes through  

flushed away

but what do we do,with our emotional waste?

burnt-out dreams

tired ideas

feelings hurt

hope’s dashed

do we hold them tight 

a vice on our hearts

sleep less at night

can’t be flushed 

so we talk them out

write them out

breathe them out

immerse ourselves 

in natures way

and strengthen our resolve 

to replenish our soul.