harrowing fools
the least understand the most
and the most i find accepting the least
i trust enough in myself
to make declarations wild and crazy
moving sure and steady
never a doubt in the plan
a reclusion divinely crafted for growth and exploration
watchful and glaring eye of doubts before
the sand’s now wiped clear my eyes
looking down my feet foreign
the warmth, filling my toes.
i see a way
i feel a way
most probably find me fiddly
solitary seems fitting, personable
coming out when the sun’s most blazin’
retreating the cold’s hateful stare
darkness holds nothing
but a drive to further draw
me into the luscious fronds
of life’s foliage revealing to me..
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