The scenery of my heart – comparable,
To a wooded corridor camouflaged by vines;
A pocket knife, my tool to create the gateway, impossible.
Spikes aggressively offend – my skin resigns.
Brigadier commands his fleet to pursuit the maze,
Frenzied hands, work, drops of blood, glimmer,
Like sand rubies. Soldier’s quest does not faze.
Finally, a hole in the passageway shimmers;
Escaping bounty hunters to a hidden land;
Vivid colours enhance a plush utopia, silence,
Trees guarantee substances banned,
Transparent fish surface to make my acquaintance.
Creating a new life, free from judgement, full of dancing,
Enhancing life, with lessons learned, predominantly advancing;
– L.J. Lenehan –