A cheese plate. A puzzle. A cheapskate. A muzzle. That confuzzles And confounds you Bounds you Astounds you That the bind is to Liberty In the hopes you'll see You're nothing but free In this mess of a sea. Spirit hears your plea So don't be afraid To just Be.
After palpably feelings the ups and the downs, while the rain drowns out the sounds, of my inevitable anger, trying to be tamer, the poem helps taper, the bad feelings out, so now i feel safer....