By in Art

Today shall be for me

The sun streams through the sliced white blinds.
Today will be the eye of the storm.
A mysterious street of serenity in an otherwise busy settlement.
Something is missing,
But I shall try to pass it by.
For now,
Until my waiting is answered.

This waking sleep shall be the gateway,
The open wooden doors,
To that which lies beyond,
The storm all around.
But ready.
I sleep in the armoury,
Prepared for such trivialities.

Re-vitalization is the word,
The need,
The requirement for my progress.
A cleansing of the baggage I carry,
So I may begin the journey with a fresh mind.
A clear objective,
She who waits,
All shall be worth it in the end.

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