Whimsical Wanderer Poems

There was once a man
Happy and whole
Although frail of body
He had an iron will
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And as the ebony clouds part

Sunlit rays of pure gold kiss the landscape
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It looms over me

Casting its enormous shadow
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With nary a look

With naught but a turn of the head
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Strength flooded into me
Adrenaline flowed through my veins
My legs moved of their own accord
I broke free of the anchor keeping me bound
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I'm moving forward
Trying to let go of my past
Hope is taking a hold
But I don't know if it will last
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The fissure closes
Pain's agents retreat
The skies part for a beam
The ground reclaims its place beneath my feet
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