Enchanted

It’s scary, moving on,

When there’s no direction forward.

Hopeful to be renewed at dawn.

This isn’t what the doctor ordered.

Colors swarm all around,

Oranges, pinks, purples, and grays.

Can what was lost ever be found?

Or do we want to succumb to the haze?

The clouds shine like glitter,

Rays reflecting off each puff.

Hear the noise of a single critter,

Sometimes the silence can be tough.

Go to the Land of Enchantment,

Your seeds will be replanted.

Find your own commandment,

F*ck, I think I’m enchanted.

Written by Sabrina Traynor