Along a beaten path, so worn with strife and struggles.
Onward I press, to speak of truths so lost to time.
My eyes, the windows to a soul so shattered.
A heart this heavy, it hurts to bare the pain, deep within.
Each troubled step I take, across this open land of sorrow.
Reminds me that in my darkest days, I must press on, through the rain.
Just to know that on the other side, may lie the peace my mind desires.
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365 Days of Poetry (Part Four)
PoetryPart four of my '365 Days of Poetry' challenge, 2020~
