Novel adventures:
revitalizing zephyrs
which save my spirit.

Though you have fallen
you will be remembered, this
I solemnly swear.

Those whispering words:
demanding to be free but
they’re caught in my throat.

Taboos tell such tales:
all the lines that people cross
and all those they don’t.

Now that they are gone
tell me why it’s so hard to
find myself again.

Goddamn frustration
for all the words inside me
that have no outlet.

Times are a-changing
but the turbulence ahead
will forge me anew.