Released

Wow.
Time has flown by.
And where was I?
Moving here to there.
All around everywhere, the dust must settle finally.
Allowing for acceptance, acclamated, but finally?
May be soon, my heart works to balance.
My head rings in the night.
Unrested, humbled to near silence.
Falling from cliffs inside my head.
But falling is still scary.
Yes, it beats incarceration.
Cells of stagnant imagination and creation choke like mold spores.
I still fall but there is time even as it flies.
There is hope even as the world won't wait.
I still fall but I should fall still.