The wild, unhinged spirit within stays still
Inside the petulant child intent to prove
And in reserve, freshly healed restraint and will.
A muted world; blended blues and grays move
Her to hidden depths in a thoughtless lake
To obfuscate that which would not improve.
Yet, desire to create bestows a choice (or three) to make
To forge ahead on desolate paths uncertain. But secure.
New dawn’s light reveals the true path, clear to take.
Strange lands, odd people, and adventures all but reassure
The waking senses to surge through unsettled air
And rouse truth to duty, fortified and pure.
Confine murky despondency from spring-fed vigor where
Unobserved forces brought plenty to spare.