Serendipity

Her name was serendipity,

she was a thrill seeker, feel seeker; and she found me when i was in seek for her.

Deep in her i felt real again,

Until she vanished where i couldn't aim.

There i was, in seek again to feel real again.

long was my search for the man she made me feel worth,

and all i wanted was to breathe again,

that air of walking like a real man again.

I need her, she completes me,

and completed i needed to be.

my need is not a commodity nor a necessity,

it's vitality to my soul kept in captivity;

captivity i was in for way too long,

and deliverance i needed from my cell of torments

and all i could hear in my everlasting agony was her name,

serendipity.

by

Gael K.Somayire