Amidst the noise, i hear you!
i retraced my steps...
beguiled but still
grateful for the unsought
words tattered by storm
that turned into dust...
a stilled-heart
captured by poetry
acclimatized, confined
within...
the limits of artistry,
the illusory of the myth
but beyond a jailed-thought,
is compassion
not overridden by the
irrationality
of the flesh
my winged-spirit
fluttering...
to the immeasurable
limitless...
Alice Cuenca
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nexus-to-artistry/
