Gearing Up

I feel ready now, to start anew

To commemorate a new life, to fix in all the screws

To explore the possibilities, under and above

To experience every blow of hail drops and drought

To push my own boundaries, to weed out my faults

To invert the existent, to see how it comes across

I feel prepared to pursue my missions;

Quote their legitimacy with fervent conviction

To go down the road I’ve chosen

Pave a pathway through the wet or frozen

Marry the miles with irrevocable commitment,

Not look back at mundane fulminations

I’ve cleared the table for successive courses

Buckled up to face the consequences

Prepared to grind myself to little pieces

And frankly excited about the odyssey

I feel ready now, to start anew

To commemorate a new life, to fix in all the screws

Princess

It all began with a thought; could it ever be true? Would her world turn upside down following the alluring morning dew?

Would the wait be wait worthy, or a route to downfall? Could the path she chose lead to avarice, would the epilogue just appall?

She brushed away her concerns, just for a while imagined

She’d be the princess of the world, the statue of righteousness

The power and fame derailed her, thoughts scattering astray

She held on to her senses, praying for all forgiveness

She knew not what the future held, nor what the present meant

Just one thought traversing her soul; the day would not be far

When little doves seized her pure white train, longer than the aisle itself

When her heels would tap against the floor, would the butterfly leave its jar?