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Amy Orr Poem
The candlelight flickers as I try to write, A chill runs through me this cold winter night
I attempt to create without any sound, disquise my deviance from eyes that
surround.
Spending hours on thought with intention, living more lies than I care to mention
So far from the life I saw for my taking, still I wander this path while inside I’m
shaking.
I was given the map with all the safe trails, No challenge to put the wind in my sails
This forest is thick and it tempts your desire, It shadows a dark side that threatens
your fire.
A truth I thought I could elude, what goes up must come down and so would my
mood
I thought I could triumph where others had failed, reap the rewards without getting
nailed
Each step ahead retests my bravery, trying to fight the path into slavery
Not a slave to traditional ways, yet I slave to the evil I entertain these days.
I could try to tread back down this hill, look for the answers or just stand still
I choose to go on fueled with strength, hoping ahead I will laugh at length.
These paths I ventured I cannot regret, the lessons I’ve learned
I will never forget.
I shudder to think that there may have been, chances I’ve missed more doors to
walk in.
Rugged terrain have brought muscles to bloom, new wizardry wins over impending
doom
Affinity yields a novel beloved, swim in seasoned seas I used to covet.
Sterling rewards I would not detach, to avoid ruinous seeds that did hatch
I swallow the nectar along with the pain, could I start life once more?
I’d wander again…….
Copyright © Amy Orr | Year Posted 2011
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