RETURNING

 

RETURNING

Come back to me,
From the shadowed depths where obsessions coil,
A labyrinth twisting, endless, without a heart or core.
Threads of thought unravel in the dim,
Pulling you deeper into echoes that devour.
Crawl free from those chains, invisible yet iron-strong,
Where every turn leads only to another wall of doubt. Worry, that thief in the night,
Is like any fevered dream—consuming, relentless,
Feeding on itself in a cycle unbroken,
Producing nothing but hollow echoes,
No fruit, no harvest, just barren fields of what-ifs.
It whispers promises of control, yet delivers only voids,
A storm that rages inward, leaving no shelter behind. Come back, my wandering soul,
Let the simple light pierce through the veil,
Flood your mind with clarity's gentle dawn.
Unclutter the chambers cluttered with fears,
Allow the quiet rays to wash away the residue of chaos,
Restoring the purity of thoughts unburdened,
Where simplicity reigns like a forgotten melody. Sometimes, I drift upon the currents of existence,
Into that precarious balance, fragile as a spider's web,
Caught between the tugs of fate's opposing winds—
Desire pulling one way, duty the other,
A dance of forces that could tear or mend.
Yet in the eye of this storm, I turn on my own axis,
Spinning in serene isolation, a planet unto myself,
Finding peace in the rotation, the steady hum of being. Able to carve, amid the world's ceaseless war—
The clamor of battles, both seen and unseen,
Nations clashing, hearts fracturing in silence—
A sanctuary of my own intent, unyielding.
Here, intentions bloom like wildflowers in cracked earth,
Defiant against the siege, rooted in quiet resolve.
A haven where the soul whispers its truths,
Untouched by the fray, eternal in its quiet power. Come back to me, and join this fragile equilibrium,
Where obsessions fade like mist in morning's embrace,
And we stand together, axes aligned,
In the light of our shared, simple intent.