Escape

It's the Solstice
My spirit yearns for escape.
Bonds of the flesh are a burden.
My rivers of habit resist new courses.
The young streams dug deep paths.
\Now they restrict my growth today.

My soul longs to worship worthwhile goals.
Lesser goals fill my imagination.
My unguided mind falters today.
It is as if I am wearing veils.

A single veil hardly restrains me.
In unison they form a granite wall.
I want them to release me.
As if they are a mountain,
I pray for their removal.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image. By Irmeli Aro Image license

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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