What Will

Blown free of the world

Through trauma and pain

We still walk upon it

But it isn’t the same

 

Tears lock your doors

sadness pulls your shades

You randomly fracture

Alone and afraid

 

 

Like a ship with no gale

Just drifting and portless

Now time seems a burden

And each day a fortress

 

An impenetrable life

For which you have no use

The meaning is gone

The anguish profuse

 

Yet one day you’ll rise

And though shuddering still

Your mind leaves what was

And rejoins what will

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