It has been hard to get this far.
I could show you bumps and
bruises,
Scars incurred along the way,
but
You don’t really want to see.
There were tears, yes, quite
a few,
Always with a sense of loss.
The trails they left were
lessons learned.
Guess that’s how it’s meant
to be.
Objects may appear to be much
Smaller held in retrospect.
But when the walls were
crashing down
There was no time to think,
Only to react before
The whore of Armageddon
Pillaged hope, left me bare
Without a drop to drink.
Only now in silent witness
Do I know release,
Letting up and letting go to
Find myself at peace.
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