Seaching for the Solace Shade

After searching high and low
To find the solace shade.
Diabolical remembrances
So darkly hide the way.
Invigorating visions
Of the cool and bright clear water.
The shining slivered sea
Bounded by the crystal bounds.

Once was skipping
Now admittedly a trudge.
Still hopeful for the closure
That will cleanse me from the sludge.
That thick captor complacently
Will try to hold it’s vice.
Yet there’s a spring inside of me
Whose compass stays the point.

The Growing reputation
Of the one who won’t give up.
Must certainly be called to voice
It’s public pressure rush.
“Let me be”, the child cries
From deep within the man.
In multifold deliverance
This soul can understand.