Oh deep breaths I cannot take
Before I break the surface of the darkest lake.
I see myself rising fast towards freedom,
But a lone ankle shackle anchors me to the depths
With a long chain of my own making.
Oh deep breaths I’m not yet taking.
Know the chain’s old links are breaking.
I’ve found the Softest Voice of Reason.
Ever tranquil in every season. Tapered to my chest.
Fly along, Firefly. Ignore wind resistance.
Guide me through this dissonance.
Cantankerous quests end in an instant.
Rambunctious requests reformed by insistence.
Please, no bequests for pity’s sake.
Keep those for jovialities, My Snowflake.
You bring warm stars on cold nights;
Wise words for swift flights of sorry sights.
So I’ll learn to see when you turn out the lights.