Chapter 45: Calm

Through maypath and windsong
I ease my mind’s eye
Seeking refuge in feline curves
To avoid my growing rage
Calming my kitten attempts to be
If only active in memory
She whispers words which would soothe this sage
To prevent me from breaking those who should fear
This could end, I could imply
As her memory attempts to smooth along
The pains of a day, a life
But Cheshire smile have lost efficiency
In them lacking reality
And only so much strife
Can I take before
I desire a return to the old ways
My body newly sore
Through restructured daze
The words she would say
If she could say
Are less salve than delay
My mind echoing to it self
To maintain this inferior status quo
Slowly finding shift
In every lost blow
Every battle I’d rather face
As I seethe and suffer
The pains of this path I chose
Wondering if its worth it
Even ethereal feline grace
Of one such as her
Can barely quell my rage at those
Who would otherwise endorse it
I can see her hands attempting to soothe
The unsoothable