the clearing

Tristan Robert Lange

i can make a path.
i can clear a space—
rid of all trees and debris—
sacred and arcane;
 
yet i still come
with my name
the burdens—
my pain—
 
you see,
that’s genuine
to me—
 
they’re the lens
through which
 
i see.
 
still,
in the stillness,
within this space
forest deep,
 
cleared of debris,
 
something—
a wisp-like breeze—
brushed me
 
feather-like
light, gentle
 
an itch appeared
and spoke to me
 
and begged me
not to scratch—
 
to let it be—
 
and from that
invitation
 
in the silence,
in the forest clearing
down the path—
 
in the deep—
 
came an epiphany:
 
what is genuine
to me
shall not confine
what is
 
genuinely me.
 
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, May 6, 2026.
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  • sorenbarrett

    There is something spiritual and sacred that touches the soul and defines existentially the being. Nicely written Tristan

  • orchidee

    Into that silence space, deep in some woods maybe, we hear the sound - a glug or two, then more....unfortunately we can't finish this story, as WCAT have banned it! lol.

  • Katie B.

    Even the best parts of us shall have no constraints. Rich work here.

  • Friendship

    Well said. Your poem explores the tension between personal identity and the burdens of one's past experiences. You highlight the journey of self-discovery and the realization that one's true self cannot be constrained by pain or history.

  • Salvia.S

    I love how the forest clearing becomes a clearing of self. "An itch appeared and spoke to me and begged me not to scratch” — what a way to describe healing. And that last distinction between “genuine to me” and “genuinely me” is everything. This is sacred work. Very well written dearest Tittu ❤️ a fave for sure🌹

  • Teddy.15

    Wonderful addition, I know you will frown when I say just be who you really are, too often people become sheep it's better to be unique! 💜



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