Pilgrim breaking through the fence
ugly wall of trust-less brick and stone
crawls like worm, the path goes hence
from lies too strong, yet truth be known.
With little bundles, wrapped in haste
the pain is deep, the healing slow
and life thus far, does seem like waste
with heavy heart, does pilgrim go.
In silent space, where truth is hidden
and shouts within, strong cries of voice
feels somehow, deeply, strangely, bidden
to take up scroll and make fresh choice.
Though path be rough, and road be long
from deep within, one hears, a freedom song.
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