Already in a slough of despond,
Stepped into the world of dreams,
Building a plethora of furphies in her mind.

Fear-bound,
Clueless she was;
A loner on the other side,
Wanting to proclaim liberty to her fear-ridden mind.
Alone among thousands of fireflies,
Insecure about her existence,
Omitted by the group of fireflies.
Again, she sank deep into the commotion of her mind.

While all those gigs appeared full of life,
And she didn't feel it at all.
Perching on the edge of the lake,
Oozing out tears.
Verses and hymns reciting throughout.
Long after that, a glimpse of nymphs she saw.

Her heart shivers less with the orator's appraisal.
A spark of challenging the hidden spirit increased,
And an incantation for a better yield to face the abysmal.
The warmth of the appraisal went deep into her torso,
Gaining her demure soul great aplomb.
The wild card is now well settled beside the lake,
Adding verses upon verses inside the sack of her corpus.
Inside the corpus of her mid-winter arrival.
© panglossian lass