grounded

stay with me here

it is often magical 
the pandemonium that is the soul 
for this coincidence to occur 
nothing short of fascinating

essence trickling out, away from the commotion
to be collected once more and breathed in
and if i were to stare behind this camera’s eye 
i would see the sole instance where there was delight

goodbye s t o r m 
imprisonment

hope is what’s left, rooted deeply within 
for each ring strips tiredness 
it’s the past that smiled 
for each shoulder leaned on 
giggling to remember

just to understand what’s giveth is taketh away