I have everything, yet yearning for more
Life is full of opportunities, yet there is no score
Empathetic with others, I have too much already
Should I hope for surplus, or be happy to have my feet steady
I am privileged, yet should my dream soar in the sky?
It's inner dilemma, nothing is going wrong, but I just won't fly

She was free
Not in the sense of wealth nor power
But of the mind
She was free
Didn’t have desire to be cast down by chains
No one speaking her name in vain
She was free
Of the world; of the worry
She was free
And that was a beautiful thing for her to finally
Be.

The spirit's board, a chess of silent grace,
Where goals, like pawns, find their appointed space.
Invest like rooks, in wisdom's sacred lore,
Mindful as bishops, what paths to explore.

Like queen, a heart that counsels, serves, and mends,
A gentle nurture, where true kindness blends.
Control your knights, your senses wild and free,
No overreach, in silent dignity.

Each day a gambit, new and bright unfold,
Accept the check, where patience makes you bold.
Forgive the captures, learn from every snare,
Humility's white king, beyond compare.

Black and white it seems, the boxes we stand
It's good, bad, all moves can't be preplanned
So with time, make the best of it
A soul is its very own mate.

I knew there was bound to be a collision
And I knew I would have to be the witness
So rather than avoid it, I anticipated it
I waited and waited, planned and plotted
The exact place and the time for inevitable to set in
The moment it occurred, I was numb
Envisioning it daily, relief flooded in me
Now it presented me, an opportunity to not ponder outcomes
I could enjoy the life as it comes
The collision was not in my purview
I had no investment whatsoever
But still got sleepless night for it.