I may not
have chosen
what most see as
an ideal life.
In doing so
there has been
and will be
many of things
I will never know
the joy of.
I am not
alone upon this
broken red path
littered with
missing bricks.
There are others
who weep tiredly
in the dark.
Others who spend
their every waking hour
drinking or using .
Trying everything
cheap and easy
to fill all that
you have
thrown away
In the eyes of
the Gods we
are not
forgotten.
They do still
cast their shine
upon me.
Their way of
acknowledging
the fact that unlike
most I have chosen
the Hard way.
And even
that Hard Way
gives way to
rewards.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
I may not
have chosen
what most see as
an ideal life.
In doing so
there has been
and will be
many of things
I will never know
the joy of.
I am not
alone upon this
broken red path
littered with
missing bricks.
There are others
who weep tiredly
in the dark.
Others who spend
their every waking hour
drinking or using .
Trying everything
cheap and easy
to fill all that
you have
thrown away
In the eyes of
the Gods we
are not
forgotten.
They do still
cast their shine
upon me.
Their way of
acknowledging
the fact that unlike
most I have chosen
the Hard way.
And even
that Hard Way
gives way to
rewards.
Originally "The Hard Way"
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