Reflection

Words have become limited.

Creativity bounces on every

stair

but pauses 

once the curtain

opens.

With recent contentment

with something 

captivating

my worlds have

been reigned in on pause.

One part of me

is intrigued and working on letting go

and the other

part of me

waits for the storm 

to turn it's course.

Fear and freedom

play a constant 

tug a war

in hopes of winning my affection.

With the constant turnings 

of impossibilities 

the envelope stretches

further and further with 

each shot.

And, in doing so

hope is painted

by 

a vivid collection.