Nothing tells you that times would be like this, things you miss, things you wish, things you risk

You keep bottled with a closed fist

Searching for favor in the mist of grief, grief not for someone but something, that something could be a vision, a mission, a decision 

The thought makes your skin quiver 

Silence comes in darkness when you’re no longer searching, that search turns into what if’s 

What ifs of self doubt, persevering through your thoughts, 

Being shook with force as a baby rattle, the rattling is your inner self being mixed together to create an explosion of uniqueness

Transformation comes with a price, price of the sacrifices that is never recognized through eyes of the aggressor, 

Twists and turns from all facets, marching bands with steady hands, play a tune that only you know, 

Choosing you before all, but holding burdens of your world, meant to have you fall, 

Looking for that open vessel, that whirlpool to shoot you to another dimension, 

That’s a story for another session, why complete this task, sources of energy searching for your blessing, 

Sounds good for the motion, yet we still drink the same dark potion 

Comfort comes to those to comfort, the comforter’s comfort doesn’t come with the reality of gestures to assume you’re comfortable ,

Why look for that safe place, when that safe space interrupted by the closing of your gateway, 

Gateway to that undeniably wonderland, where it’s serenity’s white carpet accompanying with butterfly aisles

Sounds of purification of the endless waterfalls to cast in, surrounded by the silence that echos through swift meadows,

No more of the world you left, smothering your light to reflect upon new energy, I know, your body agrees, 

Eyes up to the soft colors in the sky, that big sigh of release, finally I found my peace.