Seeing the paths yet my heels dug deep.
Messages received waking and sleep.
In her arms - my heart has weeped.
And in my darkness - my soul she'd keep.
Woken slumber - new framed eyes.
Made friends with demons as my soul cried.
Into the cave and swallowed my pride.
Accepted the parts that needed to die.
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 23rd, 2023 13:33
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Powerful. Superb work.
Thank you!
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