Circumspect

 

It's funny how things go
These circles
Exactly 1 year
And I'm back where I started
Still searching
Still only half full,
At a stand still.
I haven't moved forward
Or back
I just haven't changed
When will I reach that summit
Of fulfillment and peace?
My heart flutters,
Like a bird
But I cannot fly
When will I be free 
Of these inner chains?
Let me breathe out
This ever returning chaos
And breathe in improved
Self

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