Crawling through the rubble of so many broken plans
blood soaked from the cuts on my hands
twisted, torn, forlorn, the sharp stings
like knives cutting skin
Drifting through the debris of a broken mind
lost pieces of memories left long behind
as I tear strips off my feet on scraps of days
shredded bleeding as the fear sits and stays
Scorched remnants of a burnt out past
where we lived hard, played fast
fires still smoulder under the dusty ashes
burn the skin, tear filled eyes, mind flashes
A clearing, a resting place
to lay down and recover in this space
revive my health, build my resolve
to heal my cuts, break out of my shell and evolve
The lands once fearsome and full of frights
now just filled with beauty, bright lights
as I learn to walk, run, jump and soar
I rush onwards wanting to see more
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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