there are twist and turns . . .
here is where I was . . .
on my way to a place . . .
I thought was gone . . .
but it wasn’t . . .
lost in a sophisticated labyrinth . . .
way out of my league . . .
none the less I followed the trail . . .
the sun peeking through cracks . . .
providing glimmering rays of hope . . .
shimmering on the path . . .
leading weary and lost minds . . .
to a banquet of inspiration . . .
determinations was served . . .
the substance I hungered . . .
craving fellowship . . .
with my precious muse . . .
to fill the empty spaces . . .
of my hollow thoughts . . .
a puzzle of broken hearts . . .
in a maze of words . . .
pure and spiritual . . .
the kind lost souls thirst . . .
to fill emptiness with peace . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria