Returning..

My mind, my body, my soul,
is induced with a
discomforting plight.
My hand, with pen held
unable to write.
A visit within, by a dark
knight of my soul,
draped its cloak
upon me,
with a deceptive
cajole.

My creative mind,
declined.
Words have
escaped,
I was unable
to find.

But as you can see,
my words ooze
once again.

A passion and joy
unleashed from my
modest pride,
returning
from a disease?
I will no longer
abide!

Beckoned and lured,
to the brink,
of an ambivalent
fine line.
My future written
with words. Hung!
on an ominous sign.

My intense soul
search deep
within me.
A helping hand
to guide,
to help me to see,
so profound
to be rid,
and the srtrive to
be free.

My return is vital,
unhurried.
My desire, my passion to
prevail.
My progression, compared
to the pace of a snail!

They take a path,
that is slow,
but they live, develop
and grow!

A perpetual
journey of
experience to
seek peace within.

A continued learning,
My heart and my
soul, will not stop
a requisite
yearning....