Dawn, I wonder patiently.

Charting the files of the mind.

Honing in on the speciality of my kind.

Overthinker, overachiever, overbooked.

Yet upstanding, understanding, undermined.

Siting in the abyss of the soul…

Ironing out the feelings that are felt,

The thoughts dealt,

And questioning the strength of Will.

Fastened in a query,

Then it comes…

In a instant I’m illuminated,

Everything now so elucidated.

Eternal calamity now calmed.

Dusk finally settles and I relax,

Resting ashore,

As the keys to these locked doors now in hand.

No more fog, no more downpour, and scrambled sand.