Throes of Oblivion

In the throes of oblivion,

I hear my name called out,

This resilient spirit,

I can't take account for it,

I need it for my life's struggles,

I embody it because I need to,

In another life I'd have been a princess,

With no care or worry in this earth,

Yet here I stand mighty and powerful,

Ready and pumped to fall in when needed,

I require no guidance and pomp,

I steer open and clear of life’s ideas,

Working and moving in tandem with it,

Never giving into the fear.