I'll chew my words
Mince them into a soft sponge 
Cleanse the red rage of pique
Return them eclair

I'll find my feet
Rotate along the axes
Slice through the ladder of fatigue
Meet at the Summit where the points meet

I'll get my spark
Learn to sharpen my bow
Steer the ship with my intuition
Brainstorm ideas for my arrow

I'll locate my voice
Journal the sea of musings in lead
Take a stand against worrisome doubts
Sever the chain to grasp freedom 

I'll fix my puzzle
Grind the mould into number
Catalogue the pieces of fresh lavender
Rid myself of the deadening sensation

No way will my mouth quiver
Only dreams have beguiled
Long awaited the day when
I'll walk down the Aisle.