Arrival

I was always 2
2 parts of 1 soul
past & present
always thinking
a little irrelevant

It's been a long journey, my friend
7 years of my inner
tumultuous wind

Like a butterfly tossed about
no clear direction
no north
no south

& here I am
my arrival
like a second coming
holy revival

My wings may be battered
but my hope is restored
my dreams
once silent
arise like the sun
promising to
never again
lie vacant & ignored