A Journey to Me

   So much to put in so little words. A story to write in so many ways. Something everyone has already heard day after day. A candle shines bright through the smoke. A haze cannot darken this blaze. Listen for my brush that strokes. As I help you through the maze. I am the after of you now. Some one of who you could be, but choose me or not. I will still show you how. To be again free.

This poem is about: 
Me

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