The courage to stay true
while remaining stoic and brave is a path
that I’ve asked myself to complete to the full.
But this task is never complete,
for like a blossoming heart,
the mission is replete not with
shattered memories nor broken dreams,
but growing, heaving breaths,
thrown casual glances as
though at a secret love
so sweet.
Picturesque scenes in the
cavities of the mind,
spilling forth, over barriers
meant to be leapt o’er,
abolished,
nevermore to be seen,
expand upon this thought,
much more to find.
Experiences flood like
warmth to the soul,
call to us, to them,
shall we accumulatively
experience them all?
The genuine moments cast
into truth,
fragranced with calm,
not Judgement,
a glimmer of possibility,
curiosity escapes and calls,
gentle circumstance,
a feeling of natural enthral.
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