if there is such a word. a word that may describe the intensity, whatever they call to be this journey, road less travelled. my heart races a hundred miles and slows in a split second to reveal what lies beneath. all the courage, mistakes, heartaches and things that still shake me to my core.
days like these, i grow weary of the fire of faith.
it burns, reduces, mostly to tears, no matter the stubbornness of any man. no matter the callousness of any heart.
as i stood in the wake of the shower head, my vision drenched from the mist and shadows that took a while to come out, i walked through another episode of awakening, seeing in the foreground, those who have gone ahead of me, leaving behind ribbons and signposts to guide this late soul.
hope, wrote itself on the condensation of the mirror, embracing, giving.
may i not be blind. may my mind find rest in the shadows of safety. may my centre be rooted in justice and belief. may my core be shaken, time and again, to bring me back home to where it should always be. may i learn the ways of the world, may i find wisdom in my wrestle and struggle with the beasts of the earth. may i live, long after the world is said and done with me.
may it be so. yet again.
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