The name on the chart, Winnaker, tightened my throat. Funny how, decades later, a word can evoke a memory that evokes a physical response. It's a good thing the evil woman's name hadn't been Smith ... [+]
Record of the expansive mind
Now an era of submerged thought
Where sanity simply unbinds
Isolated from the community
Disconnected from the world
Chasing a sense of purpose
Through civil flaws unfurled
Stirring in the present
With no scope of a future certain
Facing hidden mirrors
Meant to mask ancestral burden
Wading through the darkness
Extending towards the light
Propelled by a deepened hope
That the day will break the night