Fog in Clarityville

The calm somehow

Takes my inspiration from me

The emotions and intuitions

Seemed to compliment each other

Now calm and clarity

Fog me up

Feeling in the dark

For her sharp edges

All I find are smooth

Baby proof gates

Does this mean

I'm still no more than a child?

Inspiration has no age limit,

It must have been me who set these boundaries

I'm tempted to tear them down but my inner voice

Tells me this is how it should be

Quiet on the home front,

I can't do anything about it yet anyhow

My future self set those gates

Knowing me better than I know myself

I trust her,

She'll take my hand in time

Today is for peace,

For self care

Tomorrow too,

I need careful attention

I'm just a baby

After all.