I am

Satisfied
Time and space no longer eerie.
Alone through shadow and dust, not dreary.
Everything once felt truly subjective.
At last put into some perspective

Each step brought new purpose.
Most words tasted less pompous.
Thoughts no longer weighed down.
With new conviction, wont I drown?

Were words shared for sake of nice?
Or to truly rid one of vice?
Intent may matter not.
As long as I'm no frayed knot.

To share small smiles and talk.
In small circles lined in chalk.
I see smiles even for a while.
Felt for sure I saw no guile.

To know or to not.
Could there be a spot?
Would there be space in heart?
Doubt cunningly plays its part.
Satisfied
Am I?