Sailor Moon

Fleeting thoughts run rampant through my trajectory,

and I feel no pain,

until I’m faced with what was left after the rain

I come apart, and I choose not to care,

made fair, with my assessment of what was once there

but never here

I feel myself succumbing to the wounds,

caused by my own fear of the unknown

open to what was never shown

But there is a light in the darkness

That I cling to,

as I lay there subdued

It knows no bounds,

even beyond my peripheral,

there lies the ‘Lost and Found’

Bin of pleasantries,

searching for the right gadget,

to strike a balance between my fate and my destiny

Married to the colours that keep me sane,

indeed for a while,

it does evoke a smile

As does a child, I play pretend,

counterintuitive by nature,

going against the grain I’d once favoured

Perishable by the thought of failure,

in turn, it creates the ebb and flow,

of a world within me I’ve come to know

...I'm my own sailor.