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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The way unto the woods… The way where I stood… The way called me million and zillion times, The way stood there where I stood. Stepping onto the appealing path, Holding onto that which never stood apart, Holding onto the inner guard, I stepped onto the path of woods… The insides of my mind traveled fast, The pendulum of my heart did its part, The scattered, rotten me, ran to and forth, The moment I stepped on that woody path. There was something unique about this trail, There was something so intriguing about the whole place, The woods had found me or I had found the woods, There popped up many such questions on my way. The journey into the woods led me nowhere, The journey was never into the woods I propose so, The journey was a journey although, But the journey never promised me the reward of a treasure trove. I did not end up by the riverside, Nor did I find a cave and a fairyland from its insides, The woods stood where I stood, The journey ended where it could. The path was misty, The woods were in real density, The trail began into the insides of my mind, The trail began to unleash the hidden giants The giants hidden inside the misty woods, The giants of my mind, my roving mind, The giants so big ‘of pride’, The giants living in my dense woody mind. There I met the horrendous sight, Of the ghosts of ‘fear’ and of the ghosts of ‘lie’, Then the ghosts of ‘my low self-esteem’, tried scaring me away along with the ghosts of ‘‘my fickle mind’. The sight of all of them, Coupled with the ‘loneliness’ of the trail, This adventure hunt shook me well, No doubt it was a tricky trail. Finding my way out was not in vain, Though fighting the inner goons was a bit of pain, It took me quite a deal of zeal To come out of that self-invited ordeal. I killed them all, I did that all, I did what all it demanded of me, To emerge out of that dark monstrous grab of fake. Ah what it feels to be me, What it takes to be me, Nothing but a tricky trail, Nothing but the call of wake I ran into the woods of my mind I ran to where my fears and my evils took hide I ran to where I had a mask to unveil, I suggest to all to run where they find their real “me”. ?
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