Guidance is Key

No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak.

not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain.

I cant breathe.

I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment

my strength will never last.


And I stood there loud, proud and strong

only to fear that I had t it all wrong. 

And a warrior I'll be one day, when I can stand, without harming my suitors hand.


In this world of doubt, I beg and plead for a way out

That orange jar seemed so appealing, that bathroom even appeared to have healing

but nothing was the same here, nothing was as it seemed.

My way out began to dull and no longer gleamed.


He showed me the way and it was not what I had thought

It is not a way out but a way through I had sought.

Through the pain, the misery and the everlasting relapse of what once was

together we stood, at the highest mountain, smiling, we had won. 

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