FLY

Patience. Peace. Prayer.
A whisky saline fragrance gushes through
As your feet parade through those fine grained fragmented pillows of beige
Pinks and oranges swell in the midst of cottony mist
A lingering taste of freedom - perfectly piquant, a little sweet 

Another leisure walk of respite
Perhaps knowing you've made it. 
About four reasons to believe you did.

Tints to tones. 
A familiar sense of comfort 
the grasp of childhood strokes 
Here is freedom
Your path is carved
Now knowing your way, you take to your wings
Fly, fly high and blend with those pinks and oranges

Perhaps winning is never the end
It's finding your way
There is fulfillment with goals
but a sweeter accomplishment 
the aftertaste of tiramisu
that comes with clarity. 

So fly, knowing your way
They'll be there. They're happy
Your presence forever
Resonating. Reverberating. 

- Bhavana R