Where I Belong

These gathered embers that collect o’er time,

They burn their paths within my very soul.

Yet find we bitter gall can oft’ console,

Can sweeten pains when written down in rhyme.

Regret, with wisdom, liken I to lye,

When mixed with fats I find along the way,

Can cleanse a sullied soul and seize the day,

To ne’er allow defeat to life deny.

When pressed upon, by loss and fear, be strong,

I tell myself before each morning breaks.

The Sirens needn't be my source of song

To lead me to the rocks before too long.

If I recall those early morning shakes 

I know I’ll reach that place where I belong.