Amidst the Twinkling Desires…

(a reflective attempt at testing my poetic imaginations)

amidst the twinkling desires, I sauntered into,
a deep ravine, a concept, near a familiar scar—
a steep mighty gorge, I’m hapless, it’s suffocating.
an abode, recognised— inviting, like home;
for a moment it felt like—
a shrouded, enveloped catastrophe.
it’s majestic, a mystic canyon for us: “the wounded”,
enticing,
convincing, inveigling us,
to join the ever so, the cherished camaraderie—
the silence, permitting— to hold with that mighty gorge.
I lay, there, calm, I’m unbothered;
disconnected.
observing, no longer volatile.
in silence, accepting fate, living as I shouldest,
accepting, no more in denial,
I’m here—
amidst the twinkling desires, I’m home.

— m.sal