what must i do to escape from the tethers of my vices, so
that my spirit can dance without restraints or constraints,
my heart can love without obstruction and my chi, will
and shall witness peace and calm?
i am fond of living, love the morning sunrises, love the
Moon that glows with mystery and the stars tickling
the noir of the night sky causing crickets to chirp, cicadas
being relentless in piercing the silence of sleep
and as i sit in my chosen corner, in the dark, alone with
thoughts of who i am, what i have become why i’m here, who
shares of this love in my heart and if the gift of tomorrow
arrives once more in spite of my human foibles, will i still be loved?