Delicate, the equilibrium

The fragile balance of life

Yet again threatened
A firm and grave warning

The heated frenzy of action

Timely, we hope in anticipation
The answer arrives in the future

The pain, the suffering

The wounds, the dressing
Life moves in remediation

Therapeutic, the healing

The renewal, restitution
Cyclical is the motions

Rise high

Dank my spirits

I refuse to let anything
Enabler of my destiny
In my step I will add a spring

Cinching contentment

Is an oxymoron
As I see it in print
I feel the derision

There’s a new dawn

I embrace in awe
As I move forward
I leave behind the hurrahs