Poem 626 (2)


Fallen over, Broken at the base but not surrendered– proud even when all else seems lost. Clinging to what vanity remains, there is something to be said for it– but what?

Everything– follow me into the forest. I can’t promise you it will lead anywhere but exactly where you’re meant to be.

Scars add character.

In the end be collapsed in all the glory of the adventure.



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