She mourned possibilities so rare,
so subtle that no one could care.
She now entered a restricted maze
and those gifts are forgotten in haze.

She then absorbs so much fright
that she will mostly lose sight
of how to make things right.

She will experience much pain
but if obstacles shatter her brain
she might get another start,
one that emanates from her heart.

Will she then soar slightly above
and call directions out of love?

January 2016
Looking at it anew
I realize another clue
that lessens my sorrow
as I continue to follow
that which my heart contains
and the love that reins.