Help me find that which I've gone astray from.
Once I was in my place of sheer content,
My place of where I've always belonged.
Ever increasing, continuous step,
Where the peak of my joy lay there beyond.
A stumble cannot hinder my focus,
Rough patches shall not shake my steady pace—
Dare I say,"I have found my way back home?"
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Some of My More Random Thoughts
PoetryWith this, I wanted to take a simple idea, some little word or phrase perhaps, and turn that thought into something with beauty and meaning. It doesn't always rhyme but sometimes, it doesn't have to. It's the words themselves that carry the weight.
