CAMELOT FANTASIES

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Through the mists
Slightly obliterating
My sense of direction
Tripping over a branch
This route has been my selection
Though I’ve questioned it
Far too many times
Creative is my heart and soul
No matter how hard I try
Social graces in the corporate world
Has incrementally deepened my distaste
Nature’s beauty makes me whole
Reconnecting me piece by piece
From those shattered shards
Crushing segments
Sacral blow by blow
Love is the glue that I choose to paste
Deciding to let the cards
Fall where they may
Each branch that falls along the way
I’ll overcome the obstacle
Climbing or stepping over
Easing the anxious fear
That constricted me
It’s tendrils slipping away
As I break it’s hold
Each step
The further I watch the old me crumble
Those reaching  arms
Twisting and turning I tear away
My path is ahead
Not behind me
No need to burn the bridge I crossed
That part of me is dead
I may trip and stumble
Diving into nature’s charms
Is where you’ll find me
Living high on life
And humble

~Divine