Searching to find my place once again
lost in this foreign state of happiness.
Left with no one to guide me…
alone.
I strive to pave my own way now;
along new paths, unafraid.
I risk nothing,
as most is lost.
I have left the old behind,
bruised and bloodied.
For my heart has been at war;
sanity at last has prevailed.
Amidst the bodies left behind,
the old shells of who I once was,
transformed as if emerging from a chrysalis.
A new life on the wing.
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 9:19 PM UTC
Searching to find my place once again
lost in this foreign state of happiness.
Left with no one to guide me…
alone.
I strive to pave my own way now;
along new paths, unafraid.
I risk nothing,
as most is lost.
I have left the old behind,
bruised and bloodied.
For my heart has been at war;
sanity at last has prevailed.
Amidst the bodies left behind,
the old shells of who I once was,
transformed as if emerging from a chrysalis.
A new life on the wing.
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