Eudaimonia - A Poem

Eudaimonia

Swirling fears in my teeth, harsh refesber.
Once in wanderlust, now in free retreat,
I pray that solivangecy is not
Where my pin-pricked nerve endings choose to meet...

Eleutheromania eats away
At my once avoidant-of-traveling heart,
And I ponder if this leaving idea
Was perhaps very wrong or a new start...

I soon set foot on the numinous land
Surrounded by the work of man or God
So close, yet so many miles from peace
Yet the will of adventure leads me on...

Oceans sailed, mountains trekked, and cities seen,
Strikhedonia is just what I dream.