A LIGHTER SOUL
An ongoing sojourn,
Into a world of words and mark making,
Confessing, Cleansing, Purging.
And after these 1944 hours,
Is my soul lighter, freer, unburdened?
Or am I just trowelling mortar on the walls,
Reinforcing my own battlefront,
Of dismal thoughts of entrapment,
And unrealised ideals?
© Dawn Whitehand 2012