Detached

A calm repose,

Placid waters,

Rhythmic rippled mirth,

Rolling in myriad shapes.

The cerulean expanse,

Embracing,

Pervading,

Absorbing the joys around,

The detached Cumulus clouds,

Finding a home in the idyllic retreat,

Safely enconsced.

My turbulent soul looked on,

Bereft,

Trying to find a tranquil niche.

The serene vibes,

Infusing inside,

Placating the stormy surges,

A utopia inside,

A detached idyll,

Nothing enters,

And nothing leaves.

I float free in an endless chiasm,

As I shed what I did not need,

The angst,

The guilt,

The remorse.

I have forgiven all of them,

The bygones,

I let them go,

And I happily moved on.

It is,

A plethora of happiness,

A dearth of void,

For the empty gaps,

They are now suffused with mirthful hues.

Dark chiasm,

Dotted with dazzling orbs,

That shine bright.