Slipping under somewhere deep
Keeping secrets safe and whole
The toll a riddle untold doth reap
Sleeping dormant then suddenly sold
Boldly sprung forth, now, no way back
Packing bags for yet another flight
Right a passenger on the wrong track
Lacking insight for the long, cold night.
Tumbling ’round in the frigid air
Staring wildly longing still
For solace, comfort, a chance to bare
All ill-wills and things unclear
Caring enough to see daybreak through
New shovels to uncover the corpse of Fate
Waiting for dawn to show who few
Have courage, soul, and the Phoenix trait.
Sincerely, Lori 