Refining Consciousness

I may not be plagued by vices, I may not be inundated with foibles, I have my disparate troubles, I have my recalcitrant midnight. I have sought a way through the woods, A way out of the tempest that trails me, It’s been an uphill task, For this, a plethora of questions I ask. Have I been yoked with my incessant turmoil? Have we entwined like a woven fabric? I fight the monsters that walk into my day, Yesterday’s conquest hasn't allayed them. My mind is a valley of turbulent streams, It’s a waterfall of thunderous claps, I'm encompassed by the untold, As dawn awakens they unfold. Some things are beyond us, Some things are unknown, They give us a different view, They sculpt us for the dark days. May 4, 2023.