Something different is calling me, out to the beach,
past woodland to the sea I walk amidst those less seen,
gently by chance, through the shadow and light
I come latlely to an appointment offered long ago,
seeking What I turned from, through mischance and pain.
I come harkening to the whisper & cry
away from that deadly voice, I have grown tired.
I’v become nervous here, to life so fresh, an I a little bit shy
Like a mid semester transfer student, scared yet desperate to apply
all I have lived has brought me to this bridge
To cross a divide so wide yet subtlly felt.
I walk leading where I cannot see.
There is a shift here,imense and yet unseen
Fire, water, elemental beings, and those that ask for me.
I return the call & wait for what will be.
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