These things I hold most dear

Locked in an unflinching vice grip,

Even amidst the anguish

Refusing absolutely to let go.

Building a fortress to protect

And preserve this perspective,

Ever changing as it is

Truth in facts, are relative.

But even beyond these walls,

Though resident to hauntings,

Is the path leading to all

The fulfilling of desires bring.

Opening to revelations,

Often longing, far beyond

Hidden areas of yearning

Aspirations for self liberation.

Ria – circa 2008