But I frequently register only
Its echo
Of tumultuous refrains
Which beg to be received by me
At a steadier pace
When I linger and construct
A contemplative space
I move to repair self-trust
A state that resonates
Far more than I give it credit for
I come back to me, and
While I want yet more
It's time to acknowledge
The things about myself
I fervently adore
I trace the constellations of my inner cosmos
Invent patterns, bold and faint
Let them fade in and out of each other
The unique paths only I will make
