Outside it is as it was.
So many turns to take,
but the road runs straight.
Inside, no different,
reflecting time spent.
Fear hangs firmly,
pushed under vainly,
recalled seldom.
Never summoned,
an atmosphere
refusing banishment.
Offspring spring forth,
embrace gleeful hope;
wings wilt instantly
in thickly-heated gasps
stunned, descending
into welcoming
arrogant arms.