The warm air blows softly.
The night holds the stars
and their promised wishes tightly.

My thoughts seen in a shadow of light
take on a different meaning.
I do not understand their intent.

The freedom that once came so naturally,
is now held prisoner in my cluttered mind.
I grasp desperately for a non-labored breath.

I scream in frustration.
Needing resolution, I move on.
My path hidden in the darkness.

Blinded, I trudge on looking
to find the clearing leading me to peace.
A new direction must be learned.

Admitting mistakes and growing is all new.
With the obscurity fading...
All I find is memories wildly
grabbing at me, no longer having anything to say.