The fateful pursuit of the pen led me to
whimsical words of wonder,
with a soul so dark and a spirit of rumbling thunder.
I longed for a light at the end of the tunnel,
But my being was being pressed through a different shaped funnel.
Words of every flavor adorned my written page,
But still I could not contain this burning internal rage.
Through the tilted door and beyond the beyond,
I could see a point that I felt like I no longer belonged.
Buckets of wishes were placed on my life,
But at the end of the beginning came more trouble, more strife.
So now I choose to free my soul to flow,
With Balmy breezes and a fragrant rainbow.
© C Webber 2017