The tectonic plates deep inside of me were incrementally shifting
Setting up the landscape of my mature mind
To drift further and further apart from my young one
I wouldn't reach it yet
I was still mangled in natural disasters of the ego - anger, pride, insecurity
The vines of which wrapped around
Me tight
A chokehold that I could no longer feel
Because I was so used to it
So used to being in a bind
I'd have to go around the world of experiences I was meant to have
Only to return to a renewed land of
Unprecedented peace
No natural disasters
No mental wars
A paradise of growth and acceptance.
© L.A. Fraser
