Cycles

at times
free I am, engorged
at creativity’s spring

at times
a stifling
dank pit
mires my pen

at times
a crowd of peers
bless, opens my heart

at times
snagged, caught
off course
I’m lost

at times
deep azure
is the sky
so kind

at times
a darkness
fogs, withers
my mind

at times
a lonely, stifling
dungeon cell
crowds my thoughts

at times
warm, fresh
trade winds
cleaves my home

at times
swift-footed
answers find me

at times
my shouts
echo
unheard

at times
steady the cycle
I must
I must

© by DC Lessoway