As you venture,
Further into the woods,
You may feel lost, afraid, and even alone.
But although far I may venture,
I will never feel lost.
For as long as I have my soul,
My personality,
Who I am,
Inside and out,
I'm not alone.
I may be lost,
But I carry my home,
And so in this way,
With my home in my heart,
I won't ever be alone,
And won't truly be lost.
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Mirrors
PoetryShort poems I've made. They were made at different points in time. They are a bit of a reflection. I hope you like them.