The year began with the clutches of love torn yet not severed.
Leavened is my sense of soul love ever tethered
The hour glass drops sands like the letters wrote by her hand.
As I alone, staring into the sky I stand.
Thinking how to be a better man
To do more than just stand.
To have happiness dependant on no other human
Yet to have nestled euphoria in my rum-en
Like butterflies attuning
To how I should be doings.
Rebuilding a sense of optimism lost in time
As Love over distance is a sign
That the natural boundaries hold no power
Over Love all else cower
As I almost turned sour
Until I realised I was empowered
To stand as man whom was loved
And still can be
As soon as the golden chains
Set me free.
Then I found a place to be where I can set the words free.
That rattle my brain yet sometimes befriend me
Commaful was a great end to the year
A new beginning of prose to hear.