Restless resting winds

Why travel always?

Give my sleepy soul chill

Enjoy not enough my fate?
My fate are sullen swollen

As it mopes at your cocky mockery

My spirits, sadness sunken

Wants to be more, more it wants to be
More than cute with curls and cats

More than tangled thoughts and ponytails

More than fright of fears and fidgeting will

More than mediocrity and self pity
Break this barring bars, binding my legs, blinding my sight
Free me from tepid tiredness to peace, tranquil
Free from trouble-laced thoughts and rat-reeking races
Free from the sin of normalcy that serenely slays me
Free to be more

And more than me

Free to be me

More as can be
©Grace Okoliko 2017

Published by theolahsmusings

Hi, I'm Grace. I'm passionate about God and relationships mean a lot to me. I love books, cats and sunsets.

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