Along The Way

I didn’t get lost along the way
I got VERY lost
Adrift in a world with no sense

Broken glass and shattered dreams
Paths fading away
Looking for a glimmer

Dark days, black nights
Putting myself on trial was the habit
Pulled from under, I awoke

Into the light, surfacing
Damming the turbulent past
Praying the dam will hold

Stoic Poetry


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