Tightening its hold within my chest
Gripping as though holding lifeline
Breaking free eludes, imprisoned
Laying hidden inside yet outward pressed.
Fluttering its wings within my mind
Spreading wide as though to soar
Intending to loose my spirit, failing
Surrendered already to that which binds.
Resigning its place within my heart
Leaving behind sadness as night
Lamenting a past now gone, ended
Concerned over what life will next impart.
Starting its journey once again begun
Stumbling down unlit trial as though lost
Praying for the light of new day, wishful
Fretful is the spirit but what’s done is done.
Karen Quinn 2013