I linger - A Poetic Practice

Often I wonder where the road will take me even on day s where the sun seems to shine so brightly I was often lost but never in a way where I was at a loss of myself and the endless possibilities that life can and could offer.

I held out but I did not hope for I know each step forward is mine alone to bare and none there to hold me in the arms to guide my path and I was ok to do that till the end of time so I can be free from harm.

I caught a glimpse of that kind face and didn't think anything other than I liked the smile because they can take me for a mile then I heard that voice and the words rang out like a church bell in the distance.

I didn't want to lose that bell in the distance because the toll was a sweet sound leading me instead of me just bumbling along some path I chose to smell flowers or just to step forward.

A whiff was all it took and I was hooked in the gut I felt it churn through me but it was not forced or even effort made however it drove me to seek it even in the dead of night or the rage of rain.

Didn't think nothing of it but of course it was there already keeping me wanting at first and each time I had the chance to feel it through nose I new it had grown inside this kind of stunned me for a time.

Like a rhyme it lingered more and more into my mind and into my frame nothing felt the same other than me wanting to get to it again, exhilarating like a good drug I could breathe in.