Roaming to and hither, with no sense of direction.
Taking a moments pause for self reflection.
Something so inate, has me feeling irate.
The anger is confusing, leaves me questioning.
What ever was it's beckoning?
Trying to center myself and breathe.
Lest this attitude never leave.
All that dwells within shall weigh me down, unless I can lighten my burdens and figure them out.
Cast away these shackles that hinder my mind and soul.
Eager to ease my own spirit.
Gazing at the stars and letting my mind wander adrift.
Ebbing away at what's amiss.
I find myself solitary and wandering.
The breeze soothing, the rain misting my skin, in a damp, cool layer.
Here I am wandering, without a prayer.