The Healed Spirit

I can reflect and remember in a place of my youth where memories spill from the mountains. Sweeping, catching up... realizations wander in from deep inside my soul and my eyes become wide. How tired the spirit must become trapped in unfamiliar locations. Once healed, it breathes and fills me with joy. Never again, I cry. I shall never want for you. Your cold nourishment is lacking in the areas I crave most. My spirit has wandered. My soul has held still. The still unforgotten task has resurfaced. Happiness has not been found, but the path, once again, is laid before me...