I have felt this way before,
sort of numb
with a rising rage that cannot be ignored
the exit path I look back at now
didn’t look so obvious at the time
there are times that schism, that
crack us apart in ways
that make the beginning of the universe
pale, and tremble
darkness holds no candle
to the bleakness of a soul
the wildness of cataclysm begins
to look like the center of control
I cannot hold the lantern up
to light your path,
this road
is not the same as mine
though
I’d give much to give you hope
the journey is the destination; at some point
you look back at the winding loops
of your trail
and marvel
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