State of Demure

After eons of battling this entity within me

attempting to consume me

I almost lost myself on a journey to avoid just that

Reaching an altitude above nowhere near my past comfort degree

I am wrapped warm in this feeling equivalent to enthusiasm

Abundant with delight

I calmly pose on a flower pot topside

As the wind dances through my corn rowed scalp like the fields of grace

Humbly, I absorb the environment through in and throughout my being

Scent of lavender opens my nostrils

as my pores release tension, animosity, agony of the prior years

I liberated myself of it all at once

One instant I became a better human

I took the moment to notice shadow had been used as refuge

for the wind is a bit frigid for a person 1/3 my size

My smile arrives from the distance

Providing the signature of which sealed the affection gained & finally peace is present

Us three, we have reached the state of demure

Smile