On the run for so long. Escaping the well known. Chasing the unknown. Breaking down the barriers within. Letting loose the strangled self. Polishing the shell, but tarnishing the core. Excluding a prisoner from all rational thought. Closing in; moving out. A burial with breath still strong.
A rusty shovel with broken handles is all that's there. Remove the dirt, unleash the spirit, silence the longing for an escape.
Destination unknown, but nevertheless felt. No need for a map, just by instinct led. No fear no more. No regrets no more. Reflections and musings. Lessons learned and guilt absolved. A wiser mind; a kinder heart; a stronger soul.
An acceptance of fate. A withdrawal from shame. A closeness never felt, to all that matters and doesn't. Blessings and curses forever embraced.
For every breath there seems, a beauty of sorts.
A rusty shovel with broken handles is all that's there. Remove the dirt, unleash the spirit, silence the longing for an escape.
Destination unknown, but nevertheless felt. No need for a map, just by instinct led. No fear no more. No regrets no more. Reflections and musings. Lessons learned and guilt absolved. A wiser mind; a kinder heart; a stronger soul.
An acceptance of fate. A withdrawal from shame. A closeness never felt, to all that matters and doesn't. Blessings and curses forever embraced.
For every breath there seems, a beauty of sorts.
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