Life is like walking barefoot on a path filled with rocks and glass. We always have to keep an eye on what we're walking on, sometimes we may get lacerated. We may see the atrocious witches behind the trees, throwing sticks at you and shouting out their ghastly words during your darkest moments, so you could give it all up, but at the end, you will reach your destination and you will feel prestige for yourself. Your thoughts, the ones that were reticent from everyone, will be evince in a paradise filled with freedom; no longer trapped in a cave.
You will be at a point where you will be careless over the witches.
You will know that they were always so imprudent for what they did.
You will know in your heart that you are a strong warrior who made it past the hurricane.
- October 30, 2018
(Edited: March 2, 2021)
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Prismatic Poetry
PoetryA poetry book containing poems written between 2018-2020. The poems were originally written and used by me as Instagram captions for my turtle's account, @maxxloniatheturtle.
