Walk between the trees
in the forest of shattered fantasy,
forgotten hopes and distant ideals.
Where you get lost
in the undergrowth
of all your terrifying ordeals.
Past the shrubs of wasted kisses,
to the fountains of lost wishes.
Where you lost more than you gained,
when the pain caused too much strain.
Walk along the pathway to the clearing,
Where your mind is free
of all it is you are fearing.
Don't listen to the footsteps of hate.
As they inch closer.
Nearing, don't listen
to those sounds you are hearing.
Past the last remains
of what became
of all your hopes and dreams.
Keep walking.
Until you hit the stream of maybes,
where the possibilities are endless.
They grow like acorns on a tree.
Walk through the dense surrounds,
ignoring the feeling
that causes your heart to pound.
The one that makes you want to run.
Just keep on walking
through the canopy of broken promise
and ambitions that scream.
Shrill. cacophonous.
They drill into your head like a bad dream.
Enjoy the sun
that breaks through
the leaves of heartache
that obscure the view.
Thanks for reading
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