On your journey.
You see a wall.
It is huge,
Menacing,
Dark
And devastating.
On the other side,
Is love, is heaven.
On the other side,
Are your dreams and peace.
The purpose of life's ride.
Walk the stony way,
Or in the realm of fear you stay.
Fight with yourself,
Pointless wars.
Or let go of fear,
To walk towards the stars.
Be poisoned with your own stings,
Or free your trapped wings.
It's a choice.
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Mend
PoetrySomething's misplaced. It's broken, it's harmed and stabbed and hurt. Our visions are blur for we don't look at what's not visible - what's inside, the power and beauty within and how it is misaligned. We need to heal, we need to mend.
