Transformation

An overwhelming fear of losing ground,
A fall into an abyss of obscurity,
Wherefore do these waves wash ashore;
Heavily laden with mysterious contents.

The deep-seated flower of virtue
Shines forth, its beauty undiminished.
Time cannot caress it nor make it grieve;
It exists not to the tainted eye.

It is time to let go of all that I held so dear,
Let all fly loose with unfettered cheer.

O, the joy of mitigated burdens,
Of a lighter heart and clearer mind,
Of shared love and brighter morrows.