A pilgrimage to love
The journey to the center of my soul was hard
Treacherous, the stones slipped beneath my feet
As I walked in to the abyss of my emotions
In to the chasms and fissures that were covered
By secrets, regrets and shame
Through mountains I trekked to find
The sanctuary where I could be free to understand
What I knew and what I could never know
A place where pain was stronger and taste was sweeter than
The kindness of children and the madness was more insipid
Than nightmare
I fell a few times, but found my feet, as I knew the only way
Was to venture forth in to the swirling quagmire
When I arrived the air was light and soft
A new world uncharted and unsullied by expectation or the past
Clean
Beautiful
And mine
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