Tranquillity

Weathered are my robes, for they are exposed.

Sharpness in my eyes, for they have seen.

Delicate is my soul, for it has felt.

Tempo in my pulse, for the road is not straight.

Callused are my hands, for they have failed.

Scarred are my shins, for they have misstepped.

My knees are weak, for I have feared.

Mind scattered thin.

That feeling, within.

Broken is my trust.

For my love, I leave to rust.

Stiff is my back, for I bare the weight.

Silence in my breath.

Shadows remaining still.

Conquering the invisible ill.

This path filled of dillusion, is this life a mere illusion?

Images of distraction, my thoughts into contraction.

Fear of being lost.

I am lost without fear.

Where, do I go from here.