There is a unknown place
It has nothing.
The only thing it does have is a single road Now most roads are made of concreare , assfault, cement or even coblestone not this road. This road is made of glass
There is a young women that walks upon this very road
Every step she takes she hears a crack beneath her very feet
She hopes it deosn't cave in
This happens again and again, over and over
The shardes of glass don't just puncture her skin but her very being
She's exhausted and coming to the very end of her rope she keeps going as if she's a superhero
As if there's no pain
As if there's no darkness
It caves in again when she thought she could take no more
This time seems different
She doesn't feel darkness that the shardes puncture her skin with and creep into her very being
She feels light not the warmth from the rays of the sun as if there was one but a light in her very being of hope that there's more than just darkness and pain
A light that might be able to dissolve the pain of her bruised being. is it real?
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The Wolf Within the Women
PoésieTHIS IS MY POETRY BOOK!!! it has the lessons that i learn as I continue on this adventure of this so called life. And no it doesn`t have all of lifes answers within the pages but it might make it a little more bearable knowing theres someone else. E...
