There’s a path I’ve never walked on,
There’s a road left forlorn,
There’s a place where desolate dreams come true,
But that’s a place I can’t go with you.
I’ve heard thorns pierce your bare feet, out there,
I’ve heard your blood and sweat is your only prayer,
I’ve heard it takes you long to reach that place,
I’ve heard it’s the end of a victorious race.
But you staring at me, from across the mirror,
Never learnt, how to walk the hard way,
My hopes and dreams just drifted further away,
While you just stared from across the mirror..
And so I decide to shred you from me,
Burn you and let your embers free.
And so I decide to tread that road,
Pricking thorns matter no more!
Dripping sweat and flowing blood,
I take them all into my stride.
As I walk towards that place,
Where forgone conclusions fade,
And desolate dreams come true.
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Oh heartbreaking, hurtful, beautiful, exquisite! I am just out of words to describe this poem! I love it so much! ~~Elya Thorn~~