Light of My Flight
when simplicity seems far too complex,
its time to stop giving meaning to the complete meaningless.
For it derived from a world that ceases to exist,
in this created inhabitant abyss.
Once formed from trinket thoughts and ideas,
That hung loosely from a bracelet in which I wore my fears.
Each collected at some time or another,
In which I gave birth to each, I was in some warped way its mother.
Planted in me like some kind of seed,
They grew with me and turned into nothing but weeds.
Eating away and destroying everything in plain view,
But in that blossomed something new.
Something beautiful, boisterous and bright,
In you I have now found light for flight.