These are the things that bind me:
Children, the best of my soul,
Words, always
Love
Hatred
These things ground me.
They halt my fanciful flights
Down dark, monstrous roads
Bags haphazardly packed beside me
And Bowie tunes blaring loud,
Holding me so tight
Reminding me of stardust days.
They stop me testing the great unknown,
Not yet, I'm not there yet,
I have so many more words still to read,
Still to say.