Clara bows her head,

Tears sweep down her sagging cheeks,

Disappointment is enthroned

As hopes, dreams and aspirations are dashed to pieces,

It is hopeless effort to try to mend the broken wheel,

Its been non functional for fifteen years,

Its failure unrecognized amidst furious activities.

Precious youthful years washed away,

The current and tides of time, plan-lessness, mis-priority and focuslessness

Twist the preciousness of multiple talent and laser focus

Into apalling helplessness and paralysis of thought and action.

The twisted strands of rope is doomed for the abyss

Unless an untwist saves the day to sever the old bond

In locations of bound impropriety and misfit for journeys ahead,

And freedom shakes lose the willing strand,

Enablement seeping in to reawaken gifts and abilities,

To renew visions, plans and determinations,

So Clara can focus and prioritize in the absence of careless burdens

Imposed by the strand of careless living,

That carries no vision, priority or focus.

A brand new page is open,

Her face and body is washed and perfume-oiled,

It is a new dawn of planning and execution

Of fulfilling long awaited dreams and visions

The journey must be made alone

If success will dog her path,

Yet succeed she must or life would have been wasted.