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May 2016
This is no fairy tail or a callow dream
I’m inside a black and white reality
Here there’s no fun anomalies
I can feel the fear that faces me

Bag on my back, plan intact
My breath chasing down this act
Courage compelling me to sign the pact
To seize freedom from a lost land

Each step sparks a second guess
Will this idea betray me to regret
Even with instinct screeching out my chest
Follow the present, forget the rest

Pick out memories to make a trail
Unload all empathy so I won’t bail
Anticipation becomes stale
Just an inch of hope helping me sail

I finally find a forest of friends
A sigh of relief, I breathe in the end
The trees, the flowers, my soul distends
Escaped to a place where my mind can amend
Written by
Kelsey May Daly  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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