A rededication of purpose

There is an aspect of my life I’ve allowed to fall away. Thinking that with a purpose served there was no use to learning; to changing in that direction.

However, it was through learning and wielding in those aspects that I felt most alive. Most happy. Leaving. Taking a vacation for my, for the rest of my life, has left me without purpose. Having had purpose for half of my life, it felt like setting a burden down. Like I was allowed to breathe in full measure without labour. And while it was that, one loses focus. Loses the path when life becomes an endless parade of distractions. Hoping to fill the eternal empty of endless days.

Distraction, for a time, was nice. My soul needed it. But that time is past. My soul needs another path. An old path. Its steps chosen again and again. As the wheel breaks and turns. As the thin hopes of a hundred years crack, revealed to be naught but facade.

Only the storm remains. The deep night. And the eternal winter.

Slow ponderous turning

Shiver in paroxism of pain
Slow turning
Ponderous speech
Siphoned of energy
Giving nothing back
Taking taking taking
No joy in your violence
Storm breaks like dam
Keeping you from your path
Poor storm
Poor spirit
Who did this to you?
How dare they?
Vengeance you take in blood and destruction
Deserved
Deserved
Deserved
Ill served by those who should venerate