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You see it coming, for you, or perhaps you don’t. Either way it comes full force, creeping, burning everyone and everything in its wake (in its way), like Lava; red-hot, sulfurous, scorching, till it reaches your feet. It reaches you, sweltering, sizzling, hissing at your heels, but you continue walking down and over along determined path. Others attempt to run, falling at your feet, while they smoke and hiss, and death wraps its tendril-like fingers around their throats; many never get away. Lethal, angry winds threaten, mocking, calling out your undoing, yet you champion through. You’ve always known this path, drudging on sometimes with energy and tenacious need... to go on and make good time to wherever you’re ultimately going, many times not even knowing yourself, yet persistence wins out as you diligently force your feet to keep moving... forward, never back. Exhausted but resolute, you can’t see more than three feet in front of you, often times your poor vision playing tricks on you... mirages, misinformation, erroneous perceptions. You can’t see too far ahead, but some voice deep inside tells you, coaxes you, gently, to keep legs moving and eyes front and forward, never back, till you finally arrive. Seeing for the first time, with new, clear vision, that this walk was purposeful and not in vain. This arduous hike through storms, enduring the violent debris, was not without rhyme or reason... it was a necessary journey as, on this often harried trek, you found nothing more and nothing less than... who you are and what you were always meant to be, and now you’ll get to shine, wild and bright for all to see. -by Mercurychyld Copyrights
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
~ FIRE AT YOUR FEET ~
You see it coming, for you, or perhaps you don’t. Either way it comes full force, creeping, burning everyone and everything in its wake (in its way), like Lava; red-hot, sulfurous, scorching, till it reaches your feet. It reaches you, sweltering, sizzling, hissing at your heels, but you continue walking down and over along determined path. Others attempt to run, falling at your feet, while they smoke and hiss, and death wraps its tendril-like fingers around their throats; many never get away. Lethal, angry winds threaten, mocking, calling out your undoing, yet you champion through. You’ve always known this path, drudging on sometimes with energy and tenacious need... to go on and make good time to wherever you’re ultimately going, many times not even knowing yourself, yet persistence wins out as you diligently force your feet to keep moving... forward, never back. Exhausted but resolute, you can’t see more than three feet in front of you, often times your poor vision playing tricks on you... mirages, misinformation, erroneous perceptions. You can’t see too far ahead, but some voice deep inside tells you, coaxes you, gently, to keep legs moving and eyes front and forward, never back, till you finally arrive. Seeing for the first time, with new, clear vision, that this walk was purposeful and not in vain. This arduous hike through storms, enduring the violent debris, was not without rhyme or reason... it was a necessary journey as, on this often harried trek, you found nothing more and nothing less than... who you are and what you were always meant to be, and now you’ll get to shine, wild and bright for all to see. -by Mercurychyld Copyrights
Re: the often long, difficult path through life and old habits.
mercurychyld
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
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