Dark night of a highway drive,
orange lights flanking our way.
A day filled with reflection
of what might be left behind.
Walk the field of memories
with the ringing of courtyard bells
I won't pretend I'm not afraid.
I know you are too.
But if you can't understand how you feel
Then understanding myself is the least I can do.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
