The station.
Experience
begins.
Enter
the soul.
Corporeal
entrapment.
Strapped
in for the
ride.
Moving
out.
Leaving
the station.
Pathway,
destination
unknown.
Journey
begins.
Slowly then
speeding.
Hairpin
turns
steep
heart
pounding
drops.
Whipsawed
again and
again.
Buffeted.
Hammer
and anvil.
Vice grip
holding
pounding
away.
To and
fro.
The journey
continues.
Unrelenting
change.
Molded
soul
suffering
through.
Station
approaches.
Ride
nearly
done.
Reflecting.
Battered
and bruised.
Soul
disengages.
Stepping
away.
Wiser
for the
journey.
Moving on.
Next ride
awaits.
Once more
strapping
in.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 25th, 2024 14:09
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Comments2
Each journey takes us to a better place in our lives John.
Andy
Works for me Andy.
Thank you for reading.
Quite a journey painted in vivid images. A fun ride.
Thank you….
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