My Third Eye Poem by Heather Burns

My Third Eye



Calling upon my
third eye
I continue on
my journey

Traveling through
forrests of thick
thistles

One pricked my
finger
yet I travel on

In the canyons of
my mind
I grope to find
my way

I cannot stop
I must not stop

My jorney will
never end
until we reunite.

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