At first the thought of it frightened me to tears. I had been castoff and this is where I was running to hide.
A sharp realisation “this was my last resort” – a quiet excuse, a snail beaten in recoil into its shell
But now sitting here I’m ok. A voice DEEP DOWN said it would be strong to embrace the fear
Go away, quietly – do nothing, so what…The prodigal son eventually returns to his father’s house
It is an unlikely victory retreating from ambition, slipping away to nowhere, becoming invisible under the scorching sun
and I am glad it didn’t hold me back, for I am taken care of…
Here I’m in line for the throne, and time stretches on its back. No more dark surprises,
I am not a slave to unexpected change. I know where I have to be.
Maneuvering the seas after a voice. On vast currents, in depths. Discovering all that I had not known before
Writing in verse of my journey in tempests and calm seas