Metamorphosis

In search of something new, with new vigour and aspirations, she sets sail in the high waters, conquering tides and leaving her mark wherever she goes, for her accomplishments aren't mere prizes, they're emotions played out as achievements.

Second venture

And this time it's different. All of it. Perceptions change; I wouldn't say mature, because it's only a mere transition in the way I perceive. The sky would've been prettier with a few more evangelines to brighten hopes.  The concrete makes it banal. The lights are like sugar candy, making it specious. All that remain here are memories as dark as Erebus.  Look up and you'll know what's true. Beyond it all awaits a mystery; manna to the soul.