Emissions from a troubled heart, Expulsions from a disturbed mind, Despair projects out like a dart, Saddling gloom ruptures from the rind. There is a tranquil flow of glee, Resonance of harmony strings, Happiness displaces melee, The forlorn self stands up and sings. The soul opens wide its door to light, Renaissance walks into its room, Freed from the tendrils of the night, Its delicate boughs sprout and bloom. Though dawn chariots the untold, The mind is steel-towered and bold. First Place Podium Finish in Poetry Soup