An expansive view,
and my heart,
it beats tightly nestled within my breast,
crying out as a reminder that I must be true.
True to myself,
like an enthusiastic whirligig which will always spin,
without its own natural breath but making his own,
Better still, he thrives.
I will continue to turn and turn
and find my niche,
where I’ll express an ongoing internal landscape,
more than I’ll display in person,
viewable only by myself behind closed curtains.
There’s a space within my soul
which I once ached to share,
to divulge without thought,
unnecessary wrongful confessions, which,
while conjoined to the quill,
I shared verbosely and with calligraphy so flamboyant
o’er and o’er, 'til there was nothing left in my inkwell,
let alone in the recesses of my mind.
I’m disinclined to share the inky Rorschach interpretations
of sullied silted experience,
and as such,
my preference is to unwind current struggles and tidings
remaining in my world,
from these I’ll take my fill,
I need never grieve again for shrieking heights,
nor those days of pinprick slender sickness,
so many people met,
yet so few remaining.
No, I will only allow my vision to be cast over the plains,
the fields of my existence
which I can detail, and breathe in the embodiment
of calming words assisting my soul
to become tamer,
to become wiser,
and to allow my offered text to reflect
what's scrawled within my innermost pages.
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