The path

by devpremium.devianart.com

…when I’ve returned

too fast / fetched / the fuel

toward

the body/ become/ boiling / bowl

to adjust

it took the hours

to iron the cramps,

a headache,

sore eyes,

weak muscles,

stiff joins,

numb thighs…

sighing…

realized

a contrast –

my earthy plane-

fragile:

slow/ soughs / sighs,

angels surround,

assisting to surpass -

guiding / gliding / gracefully

through the path

to pick scattered gifts

I've lost / living / losing the light /

lying,

declining the will

I’ve brought to the life,

crossed by Libra scales

once…