The journey will soon begin
For now a whirl wind of activity,
To be well prepared,
For this almost feels like a pilgrimage into my past,
To bring elusive closure,
As well as, new beginnings.
Mysterious discoveries waiting
For my curiosity to find them
I feel new stirrings
Of hope, or relief from dulled monotony,
And the hushed whisperings of words,
That used to run in poetic harmony!
My stream had run dry,
But now, there is just a hint of moist earth
A slight trickle flows,
In my river of joy.
Anita Atina
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-journey-92/
